IC - Chapter 2
As the UCAS militia-men tick closer to the helicopter's landing site, Shiriki sends up his Fly Spies to get the lay of the land and plan their exfiltration to McCook. They start their orbit, and Shiriki grabs Ité's cyberdeck, and sets its scanner to long range. He picks up the patrol cars from Trenton, a pickup with some crude Mr. Plow ARO, and last a number of ATVs they must rent at the site of his forefathers' massacre.
That their opposition wasn't running Wireless Off showed just how out of their depths they were, but in the present circumstances there wasn't much Shiriki could do about it. Ité on the other hand, that fragging troll could've hacked one to crash into another while the third vehicle started to believe itself a toaster and just frag out quit while it was trying to figure out how to turn the two metas in the front seat extra crispy with the woefully inadequate heating system.
Not that Shirki was without his own charms. Dan-Dan finishes with the improvised explosives while the elder elf pops into hot sim and gets to work on the ATVs. If the owner of the rental service wasn't such a historically insensitive hoop fragger Shiriki might almost feel sorry for milking the guy out of seven of his 8 most prized ATVs, but seriously, who stores their ATVs where you don't even need to pick a lock after sleazing a few MARKs on 'em? He has a hard time thinking it's because of some sense of honesty or rural code this side of the UCAS, and instead directs two to scream north-west on a full throttle while the remaining five rendezvous with their present location.
As if those UCAS boys will be that stupid.
As if two screamers will be more loud than five on a stroll
<<Roll call>> Chante comms.
Shiriki comms back with the number of ATVs he's purloined, and then adds,
<<Exfil mapped. Takes us within earshot of unfriendlies. I can slow them down, but can't promise less-than-lethal.>>
Hardly a moment passes before Chante comms back:
<<Take the shot>>
There are some boring particulars, some effort on Shirki's part of disconnecting from his, no Ité's, deck to jump back into a dual-prop murder machine rigged for suicide, and then he's got that Toyota Gopher with the snow plow in his sights.
Here's the way Shiriki likes to think it happened: the driver, some poor slob named Braden Jean, or some equally unfortunate hick name, sees a flash from the helicopter. He doesn't know what to do, doesn't know if death is coming for him, or not, or if he should get out of the way, or even if he should which way he should go, and if he does go is he just gonna drive right into the lane of fire, but in the end he jukes right, but all that was wasted anyway because the rounds strike home before he even finishes thinking it, before his hoop-hole even has a chance to fully lock down in fraggit-this-ain't-what-I-signed-up-for mode. The armor piercing rounds make soy cheese of the front plow and bury themselves in the engine block, which seizes and makes all manner of whines and fire-spitting protestations before it simply quits. And Braden Jean feels a stinking wet trickle, and thinks he's hit, and dives out of the Gopher, and fumbles with the trauma patch the good ol' UCAS boys gave him before he signed up for this shit-show of a mission, and he's got the thing applied before he even realizes it's just piss running down his leg.
Shirki doubts it went down that way.
The Dragon's camera can't zoom in that close, but there's something in the way the Gopher grinds to a halt, the immediacy of it portends something more in the way of grave injury than complete engine failure. When it does come to rest, the Gopher shoots a spout of flame out of its front grill, and Shiriki sees the icon disappear from the matrix. Close enough.
He walks out of the Dragon to find the ATVs pulling up, and the rest of the crew getting Ité situated.
"Alright, we're heading northeast until we hit the riverbed, and then it's pretty much straight east along that little rivulet of ice until we cross south to the mountain range.
So, keep your eyes out for a good crossing spot. We aren't likely to find anything tall this time of year, so the next best thing is something that won't leave tracks. I'll take point."
As the team heads out, Dan-Dan gives the command for the Dragon to self-immolate, which it does in spectacular fashion. The command is given while they're still close enough to benefit from the EMP, so for a brief moment all is quiet across the canyon as they shut down the ATVs, their comm gear, 'ware, cyberdecks, and all that drek. For a brief moment, they're out there alone, how it must have been for chummers back in the fifth world. And then the explosion hits, and they're rocked in their seats, and the heat wave smacks like the business end of a GMC Gryphon, and it sounds like the kind of explosion that will wake up the sheriff of Liberal, KS UCAS, but it passes, and they fire up their snowmobiles, and drive off into the night, bucking east at the river.