221 Ambrosia Cartel: Part 28 (1/2)
There was usually an assault rifle for emergency use at the back of the car. It was usually a para variant of an assault rifle, but it would get the job done. However, Patrick still had no luck in finding the assault rifle that was in the back of the car. Patrick didn't have any clue where the assault rifle was.
”Lima, where the bloody hell did the other operators put their assault rifle? It is usually in the back of the car, but I couldn't fucking find it,” Patrick shouted as he searched for the assault rifle.
”No idea.” Lynn opened the window of her side and he started shooting her pistol at the cars that were chasing them from behind.
Patrick managed to find a hand grenade on the back of the car. Patrick opened the back of the car and he pulled the safety pin of his hand grenade. He threw a hand grenade at one of the cars and the grenade blew up, throwing one of the cars to the side of the road. Patrick closed the trunk door again and he kept searching for the assault rifle that should be there, but there wasn't an assault rifle there.
”Damn, jackpot.” Patrick opened a weapon case and he found that there was a railgun inside of the case. It was indeed a jackpot. The railgun could disable any armored vehicle in a single shot and it could destroy any unarmored vehicle into smaller pieces that could be said that it was steel scraps.
Patrick put a fresh battery inside of the railgun and he put fresh ammunition inside of the railgun. Patrick opened the trunk door on the back of the car and he activated the high-tech scope of the railgun. The railgun marked all of the hostile targets in red and Patrick fired the red target. He pulled the trigger and a round was fired from the barrel of the railgun.
The round hit one of the cars and it blew it up to smaller pieces. Fragments were flying everywhere, including in the direction of Patrick's car. It was indeed an overkill. It turned a car into a bomb that blew up. Patrick took aim again and he fired his railgun at one of the cars. The other car blew up and the round did an over-penetration and destroyed a nearby wall.
”Damn, this thing is overpowered as heck. No wonder why we don't sell it outside of HSDC,” Patrick said as he closed the trunk door of the car and he walked to the middle seat of the car to access the sunroof that could be opened from Lynn's seat.
”Patrick, are we in the clear yet?” Lynn continued her rigorous driving.
”Baseplate, this is Charlie Papa, do you copy?” Patrick contacted the Panamanian base.
”This is baseplate, loud and clear Charlie Papa,” the command center replied.
”We were engaged by multiple hostiles. Our more turned out to be unreliable. I suggest the termination of that contract. By the way, we have the intel on Helix. We have to find a better mole now,” Patrick said.
”Copy that Charlie Papa. Baseplate out.”
The communication was cut off and Lynn started driving a little bit slower than before. The road was not as hectic as before. It might be because of the fact that the shootings disturbed the night live inside of the section of that capital. However, Patrick was glad that he was safe right now. There was no hostile.
”Patrick, what did we find?” Lynn asked.
”A little bit of intel about Helix. Well, I don't know. I only have time to read the title of that document, nothing more, nothing less,” Patrick said as he put his head down from the roof of his car and he sat down at the middle seat while holding the big railgun in his hands. Patrick was happy that he could keep his girlfriend and the intel safe. Patrick was sure that his luck played a large part in it.
The car kept rolling down the streets of the Panamanian capital. The music was playing in the background. It was Latin jazz. It was a perfect date after a long time operation for them. Well, Patrick and Lynn rarely got out of the base if it wasn't for any mission so they would naturally appreciate any kind of mission that would let some steam off their backs.
”Patrick, remember when we first met?” Lynn asked.