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Jimi then turned and fired on the other truck. Another explosion rocked that building, vaporizing the truck. All of the black boxes in both buildings running Sophia self destructed to ensure that the oligarchy would never get their hands on the Grays' technology.
Before the remaining choppers knew what was happening, a SA-41H Gazelle helicopter flew around the southern building, releasing two rockets. Fragking sat at the controls in the bus down the road smiling.
Fifty saw the rockets just before they impacted. They were a direct hit on the Apache. The pilots screamed in pain, as the fire and explosions ripped through their flesh. RT-16 disappeared in an explosive ball of fire.
RT-17 took off in an easterly direction. Snake saw the explosion and instinctively took evasive action.
Fragking watched his screens, controlling the Gazelle remotely. Ajax and Fragking had run dozens of missions over the open ocean to ensure they had the feel for flying the birds remotely. Fragking was particularly impressed with the missile targeting system that would auto-target all hostiles in his view. Even with the radar jammed, the onboard targeting and Sophia assisted systems made his job all the easier. To Fragking, it was the ultimate simulator.
"Where the hell is he? Come on, Husher, give me some info." Snake jerked his head back and forth, desperately trying to find the smaller more agile chopper.
"Radar just came back up. He's tucking in behind you." Husher glanced at the radar, before turning to try and look behind the chopper.
Snake gunned it for everything he was worth. He pushed the chopper forward around the eastern building across the street that the snipers had been on. As he darted for the cover of the building, Fragking pulled off, turning to head for the southern building.
As RT-17 slithered around the other office building, Fragking opened fire with his two miniguns mounted off of arms on both sides of the Gazelle.
"You go and hide you little bitch, I'm going to take out your strike team. This'll be like shooting fish in a barrel." Fragking snarled.
Anders team ducked for cover. Concrete, metal and shrapnel flew across the rooftop with the bullets. Blood splattered in different directions, as screams of pain rained out down upon the fleeing workers in the parking lot.
The crowds of people that had congregated outside of the police barricades had started to flee once the air battle had started. Outside of the police, few civilians were left save the workers from Versatech trying to find some sort of refuge.
Fragking swung around the building, riddling the only remaining strike team with a hailstorm of bullets. He knew that he would draw out the other gunship by destroying their only strike team.
"Jesus Christ, he's tearing us apart." Anders screamed into his mic, trying to find cover from the onslaught of bullets.
RT-17 rounded the other office building, heading straight for the Gazelle.
"You make sure you take this SOB out, Husher." Snake ordered him, glaring at the chopper.