Scotty Rave
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“Take to the air,†Jack said with a nod. The thought of more killing excited him greatly, even though he could not feel the texture of it through his suit, the sight of enemy blood dripping across his armoured body was delightful. The raging beast held fast by his neural implants had a taste of what it loved – carnage – and was eagerly waiting for more. He quickly made sure his gun was clean and still ready to function before sending out the mental command to summon his Flight Striker. The black-and-green back-pack materialised and attached himself to his armour. With a second dispatch, two wings popped out of the sides and the propulsion exhausts powered up with an azure glow; the latest marvel of the Freehaven science ministry’s non-pollutant fuel. His feet hovered a few inches off the ground now, not quite in full flight.
“I’m ready,†said Jack, holding the gun with both hands.
“I’m ready,†said Jack, holding the gun with both hands.
