The man's eyes went wide. He looked down at his chest where the shield used to be while his mind clearly struggled to understand what had just happened.
Allen didn't give him a second to think.
He let go of the trigger for just a moment. The MP5 stopped bucking in his hands before he brought the stock of the gun tight against his shoulder again, lining the iron sights right back on the man's chest. It was a quick and practiced motion.
The man saw the gun re-aimed and panic finally hit him. He wasn't gliding anymore. He was running, a silver blur zigzagging across the ground desperately trying to escape.
But Allen had the drone feed. In his mind, he could see the man's path from above.
A simple red line showed him exactly where the man was going to be as the system predicted the movements based on the visual inputs coming from the drone.
Allen squeezed the trigger again and the rattling noise of the MP5 raining hell surrounded the area in no time.
