Chapter 9:
Deadly Embrace
(cont...)

"Don’t worry, Lieutenant. We’ve got her." From the back, one of the MFBs powered ahead of the others to make pickup.

She wouldn’t be the only one, unless that Thor was brought down quickly. It slammed another of its crippling gauss slugs into Dominic’s Puma, crushing a hip joint and freezing the right leg immobile. An earlier round had already ruined one of the Puma’s PPCs, halving his effective weaponry. Recognizing a lancemate in trouble, Allen Mattila turned his Sunder to offer assistance. And as much as Connor also felt the desire to protect his warrior, there was still the Smoke Jaguar officer to worry about.

Or not. The final Mad Cat was having trouble regaining its feet. Quite possibly the fall had thrown the 75 ton Omni’s gyro out of alignment. Needing the Mad Cat to remain down but not about to rely on the star commander’s willingness to surrender, Sinclair dropped his cross hairs over its back and selected his heavy-bore autocannon. Then the thought of salvage stayed his hand and, instead of coring out the critical components of the Mad Cat, he dropped the reticle further down to fall across the Omni’s legs. His first burst shredded armor from one leg and rocked the Mad Cat back to a prone position. His next amputated the limb across the titanium femur, making it unlikely to ever rise again.

Then the canopy blew away as the star commander ejected herself along a horizontal path. The command chair slammed hard into the ground, tumbling along with rocket-assisted force as it left gouges and smears of blood against the earth.

"Such a waste," Sinclair said, careful not to transmit. Had the star commander’s shame been too much? Or did she believe that the commando would adopt Corbett’s "no prisoners" policy?

Not that it mattered anymore. And if the pilot of the enemy Thor had a preference, it was taken from him when Allen’s hard-hitting barrage drove the Omni to its knees and then Dominic’s remaining PPC burned into the head to core through to the backside. The cockpit became in an instant a ready-made crematorium, and the warrior inside reduced to ash and perhaps a few pieces of charred one.

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