to work. Holm believes that Osdal will have smaller and lighter versions,” Mark said.
“Great, so less carts needing to move the thing and more two or three-person groups,” Jerome said.
“Exactly,” Dooks agreed.
“While he’s just thinking about that for the gun, I’m wondering about the rounds, their regular rifles and armor plates.” Ko’s lips didn’t move but he looked to the group.
“We’ll have to assume the worst. Better to go in thinking we’re going to be up against the worst instead of underestimating our enemy,” Mark said.
“You been reading Sun Tzu again?” Sasaki asked.
Mark shrugged which seemed to say Maybe, so what? “I just hope that they don’t have full-body armor,” Tyler looked to them all no one wanted to fight people who could have the same armor as them.
“Heard that they’re going to let us have Anti-Material Rifles,” Dooks countered, there was a few grins at this. Including Tyler who rubbed his hands together like Christmas together, getting a few chuckles and snorts.
“Damn, those things are like a credit a magazine,” Dominguez shook her head.
“Yeah, I must have forgotten to tell you, I’m looking for volunteers to shoot on the AMRs and then train up others, any takers?” Tyler asked, a smile on his unmoving lips. It widened as Jerome and the others agreed with a twitch of their pinkies.
“Alright, looks like I’ll have plenty of volunteers!” Tyler shook with a laugh, his screen looking like Christmas really had come around, a few pressing accept and not multiple times.
Jerome and the rest of the platoon turned their attention back to the front of the auditorium. Holm was finishing up his briefing and invited everyone to come down and look at the weapons and ask questions.
Jerome watched who went up first, and it was mainly veterans and those in higher ranks that he’d heard good things about in passing conversation.
The information, while dull, could help out in a firefight.
Holm’s section of only four people spread out around the weapons to answer questions and discuss the machine gun and other insights they had into Harmony.
“Mind giving us a hand?” Holm asked, looking to them all as the stage and the area around it filled with people asking questions.
“Come on ladies and gents,” Mark said, pushing through the crowd to get to the front. The rest of the platoon followed, happy to share their knowledge.
***
Mark slapped a new clip into the AMR and pulled the cocking handle back. Augments in his ears were reducing the deck-shaking and ear-drum bursting noises of twenty Anti Material Rifles firing.
“I’m gonna have a fucking bruise from this,” Bairamov complained. The man was a Repulsor gunner, and he was a decent shot, mostly due to Tyler’s tutelage, but his baby was the Repulsor with extra ammunition.
“Oh shut up yah big crybaby,” Iliev said, happily firing away at the targets.
They all wanted to be the best, which made them listen to the better shooter’s advice with a keen ear. All of the best shots welcomed a challenge. It was a good dynamic, but one that pushed people to do their best in a friendly way.
“Alright, timed reactive shots. I’m going to give you each a scenario in your lanes, and you have five minutes, so prep. Enemies will react to your shooting,” Tyler called.
They were shooting dummy rounds, which simulated the kickback of the rifle, but the range did everything else. They were segregated into ‘tunnels’ five meters wide with view screens along the walls, roof, floor and directly ahead.
The screens could make up a scenario, fans would simulate air and the view screens would show it, adjusting to make the target appear further away or closer.
The platoon swapped out magazines, and Mark took extras and put them next to his gun.
“Ready!” Tyler warned, people finished up their last touches, Mark peered over his scope, the tunnel black.
“Begin!”.
The tunnels came to life; Mark was
“Great, so less carts needing to move the thing and more two or three-person groups,” Jerome said.
“Exactly,” Dooks agreed.
“While he’s just thinking about that for the gun, I’m wondering about the rounds, their regular rifles and armor plates.” Ko’s lips didn’t move but he looked to the group.
“We’ll have to assume the worst. Better to go in thinking we’re going to be up against the worst instead of underestimating our enemy,” Mark said.
“You been reading Sun Tzu again?” Sasaki asked.
Mark shrugged which seemed to say Maybe, so what? “I just hope that they don’t have full-body armor,” Tyler looked to them all no one wanted to fight people who could have the same armor as them.
“Heard that they’re going to let us have Anti-Material Rifles,” Dooks countered, there was a few grins at this. Including Tyler who rubbed his hands together like Christmas together, getting a few chuckles and snorts.
“Damn, those things are like a credit a magazine,” Dominguez shook her head.
“Yeah, I must have forgotten to tell you, I’m looking for volunteers to shoot on the AMRs and then train up others, any takers?” Tyler asked, a smile on his unmoving lips. It widened as Jerome and the others agreed with a twitch of their pinkies.
“Alright, looks like I’ll have plenty of volunteers!” Tyler shook with a laugh, his screen looking like Christmas really had come around, a few pressing accept and not multiple times.
Jerome and the rest of the platoon turned their attention back to the front of the auditorium. Holm was finishing up his briefing and invited everyone to come down and look at the weapons and ask questions.
Jerome watched who went up first, and it was mainly veterans and those in higher ranks that he’d heard good things about in passing conversation.
The information, while dull, could help out in a firefight.
Holm’s section of only four people spread out around the weapons to answer questions and discuss the machine gun and other insights they had into Harmony.
“Mind giving us a hand?” Holm asked, looking to them all as the stage and the area around it filled with people asking questions.
“Come on ladies and gents,” Mark said, pushing through the crowd to get to the front. The rest of the platoon followed, happy to share their knowledge.
***
Mark slapped a new clip into the AMR and pulled the cocking handle back. Augments in his ears were reducing the deck-shaking and ear-drum bursting noises of twenty Anti Material Rifles firing.
“I’m gonna have a fucking bruise from this,” Bairamov complained. The man was a Repulsor gunner, and he was a decent shot, mostly due to Tyler’s tutelage, but his baby was the Repulsor with extra ammunition.
“Oh shut up yah big crybaby,” Iliev said, happily firing away at the targets.
They all wanted to be the best, which made them listen to the better shooter’s advice with a keen ear. All of the best shots welcomed a challenge. It was a good dynamic, but one that pushed people to do their best in a friendly way.
“Alright, timed reactive shots. I’m going to give you each a scenario in your lanes, and you have five minutes, so prep. Enemies will react to your shooting,” Tyler called.
They were shooting dummy rounds, which simulated the kickback of the rifle, but the range did everything else. They were segregated into ‘tunnels’ five meters wide with view screens along the walls, roof, floor and directly ahead.
The screens could make up a scenario, fans would simulate air and the view screens would show it, adjusting to make the target appear further away or closer.
The platoon swapped out magazines, and Mark took extras and put them next to his gun.
“Ready!” Tyler warned, people finished up their last touches, Mark peered over his scope, the tunnel black.
“Begin!”.
The tunnels came to life; Mark was
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