Targeting | Pack

“Scarab. Suppression. Non-lethal area.” Scarab-2’s 20mm cannon didn’t fire a shell. It fired a sonic projectile—a focused, concussive blast of air designed to incapacitate. The round hit the floor two meters from the Archivist. The shockwave lifted him off his feet and slammed him against the far wall. He slid down, unconscious but breathing.

Kael shut his eyes. He felt the pack’s separate minds, their subroutines, their limitations. Hornet could blind. Firefly could stun, but the flash-bang was set for a full room, not a single target. It would knock the Archivist unconscious, maybe give him a concussion. It might also trigger the dead man’s switch if his vitals spiked wrong. targeting pack

“Hornet, confirm no other active electronics. Cicada, get a demo charge on the primary support pillar at the junction. Firefly, prepare a flash/stun for the entrance. Scarab… stand by.” The pack moved with a silent, lethal grace. They were one organism, and the Archivist was the tumor. “Scarab