Omega Force: Rebellion (OF11), стр. 3
"Two security trailing the target, one lead man already here at the gate," he said.
"Sharp eye, Captain," Crusher said. "I see them now. Want me to take the two behind?"
"Yep. I'll hit the guy here at the gate, and then we'll have a chat with the target."
Since Nabia-2 was one of the few planets that still bothered trying to regulate civilian weaponry, they were going to have to do this the fun way. Jason slipped on gloves with reinforced knuckles, while Crusher affixed a pair of brutal looking forearm guards, which had spikes that could be deployed to really ruin someone's day. They both wore a type of soft-shell armor that was easily concealed, and helmets that would hide their faces from any security scanners. Predictably, it had been a prolonged fight to get the Galvetic warrior to agree to wear the protective gear. Most of the time, Crusher would go into battle without sleeves and had never agreed to wear a helmet before. Perhaps age was tempering his more foolish instincts when it came to fighting.
They stepped from the boxy groundcar, attempting to look casual as they went about some pretense of pointing to a residence across the street, nodding to each other as if they were there for work. The guard by the gate looked over at them sharply when they got out, and then, after deciding they weren't a threat, went back to scanning up and down his side of the street. Jason made some show of laughing and pointing to the residence again before walking across the street. He picked a direction that looked as if he walked towards a utility panel sunk into the street's surface, while Crusher walked towards the target, careful to keep his gaze averted as if he was looking for something on his side of the street.
The guard by the gate just turned back to address Jason when Crusher dropped his ruse and sprinted towards the two trailing guards. Stunned, they didn't stand a chance as the massive Galvetic warrior hit the first so hard he went airborne and took out his partner while he was struggling to pull a concealed weapon. The gate guard, obviously very well trained, kept his attention on Jason instead of gawking at the spectacle down the street.
Jason rushed him, colliding just as a discreet blaster was pulled from a hidden pocket. As they fell to the ground, Jason grabbed the arm holding the weapon with his left hand and tried to bring his right forearm down, but he lacked the leverage to put any real force behind it. The guard managed to get his free hand over and clamped onto Jason's wrist with enough pressure that the human's hand involuntarily snapped open, fingers going instantly numb.
"Uh, oh," Jason said, realizing he may be overmatched in strength despite the alien's slight build. The guard had been forced to shift his body to move his arm against the greater weight of the human bearing down on him, so while he had his weapon free, it didn't do him much good. Jason rolled to his left slightly to keep that arm pinned and launched a vicious right-hander, aiming just under the…well, aiming where the chin would have been if the alien had a chin.
The blow hit squarely near the mouth hole and snapped its head back. It was dazed but not out of the fight completely. Jason rolled off and came quickly to his feet and swung a hard kick to its head before it could bring the weapon up and fire. That did it. The alien seemed to deflate as it went unconscious.
"I guess it's a good thing you only had to take on one of them after watching that sorry performance," Crusher said. He stood near the gate with the target draped over his shoulder.
"Cute," Jason said. "I'll take him, you get rid of these three." He grabbed the target off Crusher's shoulder and walked quickly to the groundcar. As he was slapping on the restraints and sensory deprivation hood, he could see Crusher flinging the bodies of the unconscious guards over the ten-meter-tall security wall, where they landed on the other side with a loud thud.
"I'm surprised he had so much security," Crusher said when he climbed back into the vehicle.
"He's been playing both sides of the fence for a while," Jason said, engaging the vehicles drive and manually guiding it back out of the side street. "The goons were probably just as much there to protect him from local government types as they were from any cartel members he crossed."
"We were after someone else once who did that," Crusher said, drumming his fingers on his thigh as he struggled to remember. "He hired a bunch of mercs and put them in business suits in case local law enforcement came to question him. Who was that?"
"I can't think of his name," Jason admitted, "But he was an immigration official on Noxu Prime, remember? It was the asshole who worked with trafficking rings and basically fulfilled orders by detaining and selling refugees as they processed through."
"That was him." Crusher nodded. "I'm really glad we ended up killing him."
"Ditto."
Once the vehicle merged onto one of the major roadways, it linked up to the automated traffic system and drove itself to their destination. Jason looked over his shoulder and, not for the first time, questioned the action he was taking. This mission wasn't sanctioned by the others, and even though it was agreed that he would operate autonomously, he knew he risked exposing them too early. He had to be very careful from here on out or their little insurrection would end before it even began.
But he also realized that if someone didn't take a definite first step, all they would ever do is talk without actually