‘Aye, ah ken fine yer thinkin’ Monty, but ah would’n’a be so inclined to try.’
Scott watched the remains of the perfunctorily disassembled guerrilla band scurrying for a place on the few vehicles left functioning as they careered around trying to avoid a similar fate or damage by explosion of the burning, eviscerated vehicles. The emergence of the Humvee from the tall grass, with rapid gunfire spewing from one window, convinced him of the need for his next move. He switched off the Pixeleon visual imagery mode.
*
‘Good God!’
The ACM’s involuntary, totally bewildered utterance was echoed by a less socially acceptable vocal demonstration of equal surprise by Robbin. Materialising before their eyes in the wake of Weeny’s descent in the Puma was the MarinAero. Its almost silent, graceful d
