One of the Zeplins tapped Audrey’s arm and nodded, before walking away.
Audrey turned her wheelchair. The difference was apparent. The chair was no longer nimble and fast. It was slow and cumbersome, the centre of gravity was all wrong. .
The two guys looked at her.
Audrey bit her lip. “No, this won’t do. It’s far too slow. and targeting would be too difficult.”
Jack took a large breath. “Damn, that’s a pity. So what next?”
“Maybe, the flame thrower?” Olsen said, “It must burn just like everything else.”
Audrey frowned. “Timothy wasn’t too keen on that at all, remember? Too slow and might make the Gargantuan even more vicious.”
“True enough, I suppose. So, what next?” Olsen drove towards her. “We don’t have many time cycles left, and we’re going to have some time to practice.”
“We need to keep going?” Her jaw clenched.
Over the next hour, they took on and off weapons. Some overly impinged on the chair’s versatility; others inflicted too little damage.
“I think I have it!” Audrey roared. Machine guns were affixed on either side of her. Her chair rocked back and forth as she fired at the distant target.
“You go, girl!” Jack whupped.
Olsen grinned.
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