"Good work," he said, his voice softer now. "Stay put. Stay quiet. I'll draw them away."
Static hissed for a heartbeat. Then Suzune: "We'll wait."
Riku keyed off their channel and slid back to the Ka-50's tactical screen. His HUD stacked the facts in clean green text:
FUEL: 68%
30MM: 298 RDS
S-8 ROCKETS: 34
VIKHR ATGM: 12
IGLA AAM: 4
FLARES: 22
Enough to make noise. Enough to erase a problem.
He pulled collective, easing the Black Shark into a climbing turn that pulled the thunder of his rotors away from the garage mouth. Noise was magnetism in this world; the dead moved on sound and motion. He'd use both.
"Alright," he muttered. "Let's go fishing."