As the convoy turns onto the six-lane coast road, it leaves the concealment of the built-up areas. The police cars on point and drag are using their lights to clear traffic and the red-and-blue strobes are an easy navigation reference for Hannah. She puts the helicopter in a 40-degree bank over the highway, hooking in above and behind the convoy and continuing her turn over the beach to match vectors. She focuses on providing the best possible shooting platform, trusting Barbrak to watch the terrain.
It's impossible to hear over the din of the five-bladed rotor beating the sea air into submission, but the police cars are probably using their sirens, too. Inability to hear the aircraft the only explanation for no one in the convoy looking up as Grey Cell passes overhead. But all of the guards' eyes seem focused on ground-level threats - and, to be fair,
no one in Tripoli this night expects an air assault. Surprise is total.
Hannah puts her teammates fifty meters off the convoy's left side and ten up, just barely out of ground effect. A localized sandstorm erupts from the beach. The convoy is coming up on a sweeping right turn that will aim it southwest, back into a built-up area. The Mi-17 eases forward just a few miles per hour faster than the drivers' 50mph ground speed.
Michael, kneeling on the open rear ramp, is the first to fire as his target comes into view. His first burst tracks across the speeding police car's hood, zipping mere inches in front of the windshield. The second shreds the roof-mounted lightbar, sending plastic and chrome shards into the air but doing no more than cosmetic damage (
Dacovetti -10 rounds).
Caradoc likewise pulls his first burst too high. The big FAL is an effective counter-sniper rifle but in the narrow confines of a helicopter's fuselage, it's not the ideal port firing weapon. The big 7.62mm rounds go high, smacking into a parked car on the far side of the highway (
Crewe -5 rounds).
Whatever the source of Caradoc's difficulty, Sébastien doesn't seem to share it. His hand is steady on the Finnish sniper rifle as he settles the crosshairs on the space ahead of the G-Wagen's radiator grille. He tracks, fires, runs the bolt, and fires again. The results indicate he should have led just a few inches more but it's ultimately irrelevant. The first 250-grain armor-piercing incendiary slams through the heavy polycarbonate of the driver's side door and into the instrument panel. The second dismissively tears through the armoring around the fuel tank. A fireball of atomized fuel erupts under the Mercedes' rear axle, subsiding into a trail of flame snaking down the highway in the vehicle's trail as the driver flails for control (
Durand -2 rounds).
Battered by the Sako's concussive muzzle blast, James claws for his own composure. The zone is nowhere to be found - his fire goes well forward of the target police car (
Choi -10 rounds).
Despite complete surprise, a face full of armor-glass and dashboard fragments, a gasoline fire two meters behind his seat, and doubtless a load of screaming passengers, the G-Wagen driver holds his boxy vehicle upright. Hannah, in the Mi-17s's right seat, can't help but mentally salute her unknown counterpart's artistry as he caroms off a convenient cargo truck, using it for momentary concealment, and uses the momentum of the glancing collision to force a hard right turn off the highway and back onto residential streets. The brilliant arc of burning fuel marks his trail for her nonetheless. The H3 and trail police car follow the Mercedes through its maneuver, while the lead police car misses the unannounced turn and continues down the highway another hundred yards before slamming on its brakes.
Staying on the G-Wagen, the pilot comes in low over the highway, closing the distance 30 yards. Michael. focused on the trailing car, has no forward visibility. The unexpected turn throws his second volley, kicking up sand well clear of the trail vehicle (
Dacovetti -5 rounds [total -15]).
Caradoc gets his FAL under control, flipping the selector to
SEMI and walking his fire down the side of the H3. Clearly, the Tambolis' security detail was expecting heavy trouble, because something detonates in a white flash, sending intermingled fragments of General Motors product and Libyan crew in all directions (
Crewe -3 rounds [total -8]).
With his assigned target out of his arc, James swings onto the next vehicle in the convoy, the careening G-Wagen. He fires simultaneously with Sébastien's third shot of the engagement. Both left-side tires disintegrate, and the heavier .338 round shatters the run-flat insert on the left rear (
Choi -5 rounds [total -15]; Durand -1 round [total -3]).
Karolina brings her Kalashnikov online with the H3 when it disintegrates. Fighting through the afterimages, she puts her point of aim where she thinks the trailing police car's hood should be and drags a long burst through it. Luck is with her as a trail of bullet holes bisects the hood (
Kowalska -10 rounds).
Trailing sparks and smoke, the police car comes to rest against a low concrete wall on the side street's eastern side. Two men bail out and take cover, raising long guns. The G-Wagen driver, luck or skill exhausted, brings his flaming ride to a rough, bouncing halt in the front yard of a three-story apartment building. A small group erupts from its driver's-side doors - those away from the incoming fire - and staggers toward the building's front door.
"
Empire Six, Nemesis," crackles Bannon's voice. "
Tangos inbound, sixty seconds. The heavy force is moving too. Break. Leopard Frog is closing for beach extraction, three minutes out. Break. Empire Three, be advised, Overlord reports generalized EM interference in your area. Not quite jamming but there's something weird out there."
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