A Series of Unfortunate Events Part: 27

The new display consists of an outline of the car with small icons that indicate weapons installed and where they are installed. All the icons are displayed in red to indicate their current inactive status.

“Arm AA batteries.”

The computer emits two short beeps as the icon for the anti-aircraft armaments begins to blink yellow on the portion of the vehicle diagram that is the trunk. The rear deck lid of the Bentley splits open along the centerline of the car and a pair of High Temperature Incendiary Round Mini-guns rise from within the trunk. The weapon system icon turns green and the computer chimes to signify the guns are ready.

In the chopper, Reaver is caught off guard at the sight of the weapons emerging from the trunk of Carl’s car but does not say anything. PFC Daniel’s immediately opens fire.
The crackle of bullets hitting the back of the car does not startle Carl as he is confident in the bullet proofing job he performed on the car. Shaking his head, he smirks at the screen and emits a confident “Auto-lock target and fire at will”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck – shit! We’re being painted!”

The pilot of the chopper frantically exclaims this and attempts to evade the eminent gunfire. The barrels of the mini-gun begin to spin up to speed and a moment after begins to belch out a stream of incendiary rounds. The rounds go streaming past the cabin of the chopper with some bursting in mid flight. One round flies into the cabin of the chopper and strikes one of the soldiers in the breastplate of their TESS and explodes. The small but potent blast is enough to render the soldier unconscious and burn the face of another. The blast startles the pilot and he weaves away from the highway in an attempt to escape the barrage of HiTIR fire. As the chopper yaws to the left one more round slams into the side of Daniel’s P-90, sending the pieces of it into his face and knocking him to the floor of the chopper. Reaver for first time in what seems like decades expressed fear at the sight of Daniel’s down in the chopper.

Sgt. Reaver un-straps himself from his seat and quickly makes his way over and grabs Daniels as he lays clutching his face writhing in pain. The tone of Sgt. Reaver’s voice becomes devoid of the years of combat and aggression, cracking and quivering with fear as he checks on Daniels.

“Shit, soldier. You’re going to be alright. Hang in there!”

Daniels knows well out that his secret is going to be revealed if he removes his hands from his face. Feeling the yawing of the Chopper he uses this opportunity, to attempt to stand and allows the force of the evading helicopter to throw him out the open door.