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end of the Thug’s weapon barrels, then saw the brilliant blue flash.
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Franklin wasn’t sure if one or both of the shots had hit him at
first. He was sure that he had been hit, however. The Pulverizer
lurched at the waist, reeling from the impact. His tactical display
flickered for a moment, and he saw the data stream back online.
Yellow lights on his right torso–a single hit.
Taste honor, Wolf!
Carefully aiming and locking his targeting and tracking system
onto the Wolf Warrior’s ’Mech outline made for a perfect called
shot. The ER PPC had targeted the cockpit of the ’Mech and the
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azure burst of energy seemed to connect the two ’Mechs for a sec-
ond. He hit just below the Thug’s cockpit. Armor plating burned,
buckled, and flew off into the air. The Thug seemed to teeter back-
wards from the assault, just as planned. Aiming for the cockpit
was to get Star Colonel Ward’s attention, send a little fear into him,
shake him.
Franklin turned his Pulverizer and turned deep into the swamp at
a low trot. “Trish, fall back now.”
He heard a rumble of battle over the channel. “One minute, Star
Colonel.” Glancing out the side of his cockpit, he saw a curl of
smoke rise into the air. On the other side of the hill, his wingman
was busy fighting the other remaining Wolf.
“Do not dawdle,” he chided.
“Negative,” came back her voice through gritted teeth. “Just one
more…” He heard the high-pitched whine of her medium lasers
as they fired over the comm channel. Glancing at his own tactical
display, it was obvious that Star Colonel Ward had regained him-
self and was pursuing.
Just as I hoped.
Juking around a massive clump of Siberian Oaks, he splashed
through the muddy waters. The black water and mud seemed to
try and hold his BattleMech, but he fought the pull of gravity and
muck and charged through. Steam rose from his heat sinks as
they hissed into the cooling waters.
A warning tone shattered his thoughts as a wave of short-range
missiles tore at his rear. Two missed, but the rest of the flight hit
dead on, tearing at his thin rear armor. The Pulverizer shuddered
from the damage, but he ignored it. I need to get deeper.
“You cannot hope to hide in that swamp all day,” Ward warned him.
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“If you want to dance, Star Colonel, I shall pick the tune.” He twisted