Shutting her eyes, dropping her chin with a familiar motion she reached inside the locker and felt it on the tips of her finger…warm and hard. It always brought a smile to her face…. a tool of the trade she'd grown to love since her early days at hound dog.
Letting her fingers slide down its cylindrical shape, felt comfortable, reliable…. slowly curling her fingers around the titanium, polymer stock and brought the weapon out, letting the tip of the barrel fall lightly into her palm.
AC50 assault rifle…a must for the girl who likes to travel…letting her darkness emerge, one who travels to off the grid exotic locations…. she nodded…areas to hot, like her, to handle.
It was air cooled, gas operated magazine feed girl's best friend…capable of semi auto and full ass shredding automag…. a large bore bullpup design shined underneath the harsh light of the interior…right to the edge of the sound suppressor…. just barely above a whisper.
She let it lay in the palm of her hand and gently squeezed the contour shape of the grenade launcher…. a quick jerk, the familiar sound was music to her ears. Its design was meant for the toughest situations, with the reputation as the most reliable killing weapon on the battlefield….
Standing it against the carbon fiber locker, she sighed nearly satisfied but wanting a little more…Come here little sister…bringing out another. CA90 shotgun…. she held the titanium polymer stock in her right hand, letting the barrel bounce in the palm of her left hand.
The pump action, magazine feed combined with the CA tactical weapon system allowed for the monitoring of types of rounds available and spent. Whether full load or explosive pellets…a weapon for her specific abilities. Small and powerful…extreme close range. With the new tech upgrades this weapon would never, depending on ammo and magazine size, let you down unexpectedly. Depending of dispersal rate, a warning system alerted you as the rounds counted down to zero.
A confident admiring nod of her head. Kuroko Sharai clicked the large bore shotgun to her thigh. It felt snug between her favorites. The metal spikes standing tall and tight around her thighs…. a girls gotta accessorize…. she whispered after one last stroke of the barrel.
"Prepare for landing… The pilot's voice sounded over the intercom. Kuroko dressed, and ready grabbed hold of one of the seats, rocked back and forth.
The interior of the plane shook for a moment as the engines roared outside. It hovered over green lush jungle specified by the assigned coordinates but Landing zones especially deep in the Amazon were nonexistent. So… With Academy city's technology… You built one when you landed or as you landed.
A Small door opened underneath the belly of the plane and small charges known as Daisy cutters dropped and exploded. The multiple explosions blew out trees, vegetation and whatever, clearing out an area of around three hundred meters in diameter. The engines slowly rotate, pulverizing the rocky soil into glowing white-hot, and for cooling…Another explosive charge sent chemical fire suppression over the area and dissipated as a plane's almost vertical engines increased thrust as it lowered, huge vents opened across the top and underneath of the plane sucking in the cooler air and pulling it over the hot soil. All of this in a few moments as its wheels safely touch down.
The green light flashed over and over, then came the mechanical clicking, whirring sounds of the motors as the ramp slipped out from the body of the plane and touched the ground. The sound of pressurized air hissed as a bright line ran along the edges of the doors slowly opened. The warm humid air smelling of chemical fire suppressant rushed in between the growing space as the doors slowly opened.
The metal composite material framed the image of the shimmering sight of melted cooling rock, extending to the green lush jungle, blue skies and rising steam of the new landing pad. "Beware of the locals…" Kuroko said, looking down as she slipped the harness of the assault rifle over her shoulder, picked up the helmet and visor, the other running her fingers over the metal spikes around her thighs, "they bite…"
