all you can't hide.
She was sniping down the last of the attack helicopters--the slower ones were easy enough to pick off but the remaining survivors were irritatingly elusive--when he threw El Diablo to the grass and staggered up the hill, scratching at a zit on his hip. The gunshots were a disruption to his glorious music, he'd complained, and so was 2D's bullshit whining and the choppers and couldn't she just kill those goddamn pirates already, they'd been buzzing around for hours by now, he thought he'd programmed her better than this...
It was with a growl that he'd wrenched the rifle from her hands, swung it around to the direction of the offending aircrafts, and fired off a haphazard shot that, while missing his intended target generously, did manage to nail one of the resident seabirds and brought it spiralling limply down to earth. The corpse struck 2D squarely on the head and Murdoc had cackled with delight--that's how you do it--he laughed, while stumbling and nearly falling on his ass from the power of the recoil. But he picked himself back up and raised the gun again, biting the tip of his serpentine tongue with an incisor as he peered through the scope and tracked the flight of the closest helicopter, just grinning shrewdly. For what it was worth, his next attempt didn't hit, either.
But the third... with her enhanced vision she could see the pilot wobble and then slump over the dashboard, blood running down the side of his head. His chopper whirled out of control and collided squarely with a crewmate's with an almost magnetic gravity. It could be called a lucky shot, she thought with blinding clarity. But she was not supposed to comprehend concepts like "luck". Her programming and thought processes were constructed of irrefutable absolutes and commands: feed the fish, play her guitar, make sure 2D didn't escape, and, most of all, protect Murdoc.
Music to my ears, the man in question chortled, watching the two helicopters coughing up smoke as they drowned themselves into the depths of ocean. Now that's what I call art, right, Noodle love? he added as an vague afterthought, and brought the rifle back up to bear against the last few pirates that remained flitting through the sky.