As they came closer to their destination, a sudden explosion rocked the Ferret from its right side. John managed to keep the tank on the road and hastily stepped on the accelerator.
"Ambush!" Shouted Ehma as she peeks up from the cupola. To their right, a group of four vehicles rushed out from behind a large plateau and gave chase. The largest of them was a tracked vehicle with a turretless mounted gun, "We've got three lights and one tank destroyer!"
Migs hurriedly began to crank the horizontal drive of the turret while Midra and Malcolm returned fire with their sub-machine guns.
"Load Shell!" Shouted Migs.
Hugo grabbed a high-explosive round from below the turret and quickly shoved it into the breach.
"Loaded!" He shouts
With a couple more adjustments, Migs lined up a shot on the closest light vehicle and squeezed the trigger. The sound of the gun firing reverberated inside stunning everyone inside for a moment. Ehma watches as she follows the tracer of the shell converging with the light vehicle and detonating on impact, putting it out of commission instantly. It split into two pieces with one of its tyres flying off from the chassis and the two bandits hitting the sand with great spurts of red mist.
"One down! Nice shot Migs!" Reported Ehma
She smiled as she looked back at the wreck which was now engulfed in a fire. Migs calls for another shell to be loaded and with a few more cranks, another bandit was sent to the next dimension.
Now there were only two of them left. The tank destroyer was now on their six, firing off several shells with none of them hitting. The last light vehicle was still on their right side, peppering them with machine gun fire.
"Get the rascal behind us Migs!" Commanded Ehma. Migs gladly obliged and cranked the turret to face the rear. With another shell loaded, Migs corrected the firing angle and squeezed the trigger. As the chamber blew, the tank destroyer made a desperate manoeuvre in the hopes of avoiding the Ferret's deadly gun. Unfortunately for them, the round had hit the tracks and running gear, taking them out of the battle. With the only gun that could hurt the Ferret, out, the final light vehicle pulled away and rushed to assist the de-tracked tank destroyer.
Speeding off, Ehma looked back at the bandits and stuck her tongue out at them. As she did, she noticed an emblem on the light vehicle. A Black circle with a white, five fingered hand. Perplexed, she eventually returned down into the Ferret and checked up on the crew.
"Who'd those guys think we are? Hahaha!" Mocked Migs as he takes a large swig from his canteen. Malcolm and Midra also shared a laugh together as they slapped Migs' back.
"They might have had a chance if they had a gunner as good as you." Commended Malcolm.
"Has there been any damage to any components?" Asked John, now slowing the Ferret down to ease the engine.
Emha, Midra and Macolm checked the rear cabin where the engine was.
"Not even a single bullet hole, mwahahaha!" laughed Malcolm
The crew eventually settled back down and waited as the Ferret continued its journey along the highway.