Tar Hit.
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The fireball lollipopped upward – turret, shockwave, then the dark bloom of diesel and cook-off. The Wraith’s gun tube drooped. Dead. C1240 K9w7 Tar 124 25d Ja2 Tar Hit
Solid lock.
“Send it.”
Tar 124 wasn’t coming back.
For two seconds – nothing but motor whine and the thud of their own hearts. Tar Hit
The gunner’s voice was flat, automatic. No room for doubt. On the thermal display, Tar 124 burned white-hot against the cool gray of the ridgeline – a T-80 hull-down, its turret slewing toward their position.