| From: | Paul J. Adam Shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk |
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| Subject: | Sentry Duty (4) |
| Date: | Fri, 4 Jun 1999 19:45:18 +0100 |
>>>>>[Hi there Uncle Dave, this is my view of what happened on top of
the roof before the fight, except my camera got EMPed and I lost all the
footage of the fight itself, but it was a good fight even if it was a bit
one-sided because those helicopters were easy meat and only two of them
got down and so there were less than a hundred Bad Guys to fight and a
lot of them were hurt when they landed so it wasn't too hard at all to hold
them off for as long as we needed to and it was _great_ fun.
+++++begin video
Stephanie looks sadly at the 57mm cannon mounted on the roof. "Wish
those were working." she says wistfully.
"Remote control only, from somewhere inside the station." Imp replies,
also with a hint of regret. "Needs a four-man crew per tracker, usually.
Plus you need a couple of dozen people topside to keep the guns fed,
they've only got forty rounds each on the mount, and a couple of airbursts
will slaughter them easily. Same with the SAMs, they're old Rolands-"
"I know, I know, not enough range and no ECCM and so easy to jam that
you could turn it around in midair and return it to sender if you wanted
to, which would be pretty cool as long as you were the one doing it and
not the person trying to fire it." Stephanie resumes what she was doing,
which is unloading crates of ammunition from the back of the Dragon they
arrived in and carrying them to the hangar: Imp walking beside her with a
Sentry gun's tripod on his shoulder. "Any idea who she is?" she asks,
gesturing at the unconscious woman in NBC gear: placed in a corner out
of the way for now while the platform's defences are built up.
"Kathleen Malone, and I assume your mother doesn't like her. Otherwise,
no idea at all." Imp shrugs. "Kurtz! Where's our radar?"
"On line, sir. Almost nothing within ten miles. Not even a fishing boat,
just the _Outside Context Problem_ on the scope." a stocky Marine
sergeant replies, from where she's patched into the antenna tower.
"That won't last long." Imp muses, as he sets the tripod in place and
braces its legs: another SEAL, following, sets the three-barreled
Vanquisher minigun in place atop it, and a third brings the ammunition
feed. "How are your weapons teams doing?"
Stephanie checks her head-up display. "Three ready, fourth nearly."
"Outstanding."
The woman in the corner moans, reaches up to her jaw, begins pawing at
her mask in panic. Stephanie snaps at her, "Calm down!"
"Who - where -" Comprehension dawns. "Can I take this off?"
"Just the mask." Stephanie concedes. Kathleen Malone takes the respirator
off.
"What's happening?"
"We're about to trash this place." Stephanie says gleefully. "And if you
behave we'll take you away with us before we do it. Otherwise we'll leave
you here. And that wouldn't be nice."
"Where's Christian?"
"You mean Mr Nasty Snake-Eyes Mitchell? We don't know. But we'll find
him." Stephanie finishes arranging ammunition boxes to her satisfaction.
+++++end video]<<<<<
-- Cpt S S R W Lynch <19:45:32/06-04-60>
OC Kursk Company
Rusanov's Rebels
