"It's working, and I want you to keep pounding on it until that lane collapses," Adrian finished, his voice firm.
"Do not let it reconnect."
"Copy, Command," the pilot replied. "We're staying on the choke."
Inside Spectre One, the crew locked in again.
No hesitation now.
They saw it.
It was working.
"Fire control, same target," the pilot said.
"Copy. All guns, stay on choke point."
"25 ready."
"40 ready."
"105 cycling."
The aircraft tightened its orbit just a bit more, keeping the intersection pinned under its gun line.
"Platform stable," the co-pilot said.
"Send it."
"25, fire."
The rotary cannon roared again, louder this time, sustained longer. The stream of rounds cut directly across the broken lane, not sweeping wide anymore. It was focused.
Concentrated.
Every burst hit where the zombies were trying to regroup.
"Keep it centered," fire control said. "Don't let them stack."
"Copy."
