that this housed whatever was generating the heat beam that their attackers were using to devastating effect.
Two legs were positioned on either side of the cabinbox, running higher than the box itself so that they pivoted above it as it walked, swinging the cab where it hung between them by thick lengths of chain. The whole thing had been left in raw metal, giving it a homemade appearance and blending perfectly with the overcast sky.
Brigid watched as the machine blasted again, counting the seconds between each fiery burst. Thirty seconds between blasts, she timed. Itâs taking that long to achieve full power again. Thatâs our window.
She flicked the safety on the left-hand machine gun and pressed down the trigger, sending a stuttering burst of bullets at their fast-moving pursuer.
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W RONG-FOOTED , D OMI dropped and started to roll across the bed of the rearmost wag as it began to glow red with heat. The wag careened off the road again, and this time the driver could not fight it. Suddenly they were cutting through open fields of ash and soil, a clutch of birds taking flight as they were disturbed.
The box on legs followed, stamping across the field in pursuit of the struggling wag. Bullets were hammering against its armored surface from the middle wag, but the distance was too greatâtoo few were scoring hits, and none of those hits were making any difference.
Domi flipped herself back to her feet, snatching up her blaster where it had slipped out of her hand. Then the wag was bathed in that flickering red-amber light as their attacker launched another volley of heat at them.
The rear of the truck heated in a second, a faint glow of red appearing in the center of the drop-down gate at the back. Then, with a clap of bursting tires, the back of the truck sank down into the ground where the back wheels had melted under the assault. Domi was jerked left and right as the wag began to spin out of control, bumping over the uneven ground.
âWeâre losing it!â the driver yelped from up front.
Waves of dirt were kicked up as the wag continued forward for a few seconds, ripped from the ground by the ruined axles, before the wag came to a spinning halt.
Domi leaped over the glowing side of the wag as it came to a stop, landing on the churned soil with catlike grace.
Despite her youth, Domi was a seasoned veteran of combat and in peak physical fitness. She scrambled to the front of the wag as the box-on-legs began to power up its heat beam for another blast.
âGet out of there,â Domi shouted, wrenching open the driverâs door. âGet out of there beforeââ
Both driver and passengerâa man and a heavily tattooed womanâwere slumped against the dashboard, blood on their faces and splattered against the windshield.
Domi reached for the driver, a dark-skinned man in a gray undershirt wearing a .44 in a chest rig. âAre youâ¦?â she began, but her words died on her lips as she received no response from the man. He was alive but unconscious.
Before Domi had any more time to act, a stream of 15 mm bullets rattled against the side of the cab, churning up dirt and kicking against the wagâs side like a kicking mule. It was her that they were targeting now, Domi realized as she ducked behind the front of the cab. No doubt these road pirates didnât want to ruin the crop that would be their haul.
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C RIPPLE THE VEHICLE, disable the crew and then steal the goodsâit was a pretty simple plan, Kane saw.
âWe need to circle,â Kane told Brigid over the Commtact. âGet behind these scavengers and take them off the board.â
âRoger that,â Brigid agreed. A moment later, Kane saw Brigidâs wag bump off-road in preparation of making acircuit around their attacker. He only hoped that Domi was all right.
Brigidâs and Kaneâs wags were both off the track now, splitting left and right to come around and challenge