It was not at all her own trusty Cockchester-Raj, It was loaded though. For the fucks who want to knock over a fucking icy stall in street level Londbridge. Fucking Goon.
A half hour ago–well, maybe longer–she had been reminiscing. The colors, the vibe of the street reminded her of N’Aurelia. Clearly not the temperature–N’Aurelia was nearly equatorial, and Londbridge was the ass-end of the near-arctic, but still. The colors and vivacious street life, they held that in common.
Thot Thot
Oh, for fuck sake….
Nila chambered the gun and fired at the nearest drone, the one that kept firing down the street, even though there were several others looming over.
Two shots.
Now, unlike most people who find themselves firing at drones, those who aim primarily for the bulbous center bodies, as if firing at a corpulent bug, the more effective, albeit, more difficult, smaller targets are the nacelles–Nila aimed for these.
She wasn’t the best shot, by any comparison, but she had a really strong desire not to die.
That’s the intent, she thought. They are wiping out the street, the community.
The “eyes” of the drone were in the bulbous center blob, but taking out the starboard nacelles, fore and aft, caused this one to twist and then swirl a lot before crashing into the adjacent windows. She could almost see the residents jump back as the plastic bug crumpled before crashing to the ground,
Four. maybe twelve left.
Cachunk Cachunk.
Behind her somebody with a much heavier gun was firing.
Fucking even tracers.
The plasti-glass facade three and four stories up at the end of the street exploded as the street-gun missed most shots….but some hit. Another drone was shredded where it hovered.
Open-doors -all
Nila ran for the nearest door and kept running. Hopefully, the others, the ones that were defending the street ran as well.
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