A few hours passed and it was now dark outside. Stars decorated the sky as some of the crew sat around a campfire, eating stew from a pot.
"The radio man seemed a bit scared didn't he? I wonder why he switched up." Midra questioned.
They all sat wondering the same thing. Ehma recalled the man changing his tone when she mentioned the emblems on the bandits. Maybe the bandits would see the radio man as an associate to them. Who knows, she thought as she popped a chunk of meat into her mouth.
Malcolm was fiddling with the co-driver's machine gun, greasing up the chamber and counting up the ammunition. He looks out of the side port to peek at the group eating outside. He then looks at Midra who was drinking from a bottle of rum.
John turns around and waves to Malcolm, still in the Ferret. He motions his hand to invite him over. As he does, he notices a bright flash in the distance.
A muzzle flash.
With a whistle and BANG. The ferret is struck by an unknown assailant. The front cabin was completely destroyed by the shot with the shell going straight through and landing on the ground a stone's throw away from the crew around the campfire.
Everyone jumped up and equipped their weapons as they tried to piece together what had just happened. Midra cried out to the heap that was the front of the Ferret. With no answer, she sprinted to the rubble. Hoping to see a smiling, bearded man looking back at her. But before she could climb over the mangled mess, a bullet struck her through her temple. Spraying brain matter out of the exit wound.
In a panic, Migs pulls the pin off of several smoke grenades and throws them around the crew.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO?" He screams as he looks at the wreck of the Ferret and the lifeless body of his crewmate. Blood pooling below and around her head.
A sudden rev of an engine sounded followed by the vehicle itself coming through from beyond the smoke. It was the same light vehicle which survived the initial attack earlier that day. As the vehicle pressed faster towards the group, Ehma lifted her hammer and swung it at the attacker. The head of the hammer combusted on impact with the windscreen of the vehicle resulting in a mad explosion which blew the top half of it clean off. The driver however, was blown back in one piece and landed on his feet a few metres from her. As he stood up straight, he took a good look at the group and then to Ehma. An evil grin was then lit up on his face.
"Good hit," He says impassively.
The crew brace themselves as they prepare for the inevitable battle that is about to break out.