The WASP walked through the wreckage its shoulder light illuminating enemy bunkers. A quick thought of the pilot and the arm mounted vulcan megga cannon belched death to all in its light.

"Enemy position three degrees to left," the pilots ear piece squeaked. A twitch of the arm mounted framer and a second latter the target is a pile of melted concreat and steal. The sand around that position turned to glass.

"All clear for two clicks."

"Roger that command. This night hunting is like shooting ducks in a frozen pond."

"Keep it quiet pilot!" The command uas clear in his ear. Radio use was only - as necessary - in a combat situation.

"Movement six degrees right!" The shoulder light moved in unison to the targeters call. "The area is clear."

"Negative, pilot. Movement seven degrees forward." Again the shoulder light moved.

"Sweep pattern. Fire at will!" The command was frantic.

"Listen command, there is nothing here. Moving eight clicks to report."

The shoulder light made sweeping movements as the pilots head moved across his battle screen. "Back a click," the co-pilot screamed.

What's that profile? As the light illuminated the valley, the WASP pilot's eyes widened.

"All weapons fire! Command, come in, repor----"

The TI-ZING Black Mantis made short work of the wasp and now its plasma gun recharged for another target.

Easy as shooting ducks in a frozen pond.