The marine readied his gun, an HD2-50 Husker Dű 2mm discarding-sabot fléchette assault rifle, linked directly to the marine’s helmet HUD, with ultralow recoil, integral flash suppressor and 50 rounds of smart projectiles.
He crouched with his back to a boulder, poked just the rifle around the edge, using the image painted on the inside of his helmet facebowl by the HUD to aim, and squeezed the trigger.
“You sure about that?” asked the first fléchette.
He squeezed again.
“I mean, violence never solves anything,” it went on.
“You’ll only end up doing more harm than good,” put in the next round.
“War. War never changes,” observed the third, sadly.
“Should’ve used the dum-dums,” the marine muttered to himself.
“Hey, we heard that,” said a voice from his ammo pouch.
He crouched with his back to a boulder, poked just the rifle around the edge, using the image painted on the inside of his helmet facebowl by the HUD to aim, and squeezed the trigger.
“You sure about that?” asked the first fléchette.
He squeezed again.
“I mean, violence never solves anything,” it went on.
“You’ll only end up doing more harm than good,” put in the next round.
“War. War never changes,” observed the third, sadly.
“Should’ve used the dum-dums,” the marine muttered to himself.
“Hey, we heard that,” said a voice from his ammo pouch.
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