“Got him,” Shapiro announced into his headset.
LeBar didn't turn around. He was scanning the fir trees for signs of the Nanotyrannus. “Take him out.”
Shapiro nodded. He placed the target—a red pickup which appeared to be the zoo keeper’s—in the crosshairs of his helmet display. Then, configuring a single, air-to-ground missile, he lay his thumb over the firing mechanism and pressed down.
Thump!! There was a shower of sparks outside his window, and a Hellfire missile went screaming toward its target.
Seconds later, the zoo keeper’s truck erupted into a fireball.
“Good shot,” said LeBar.
“Hole in one,” said Shapiro.
Both of them knew it was too late for redemption.
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