Brianna was watching the disabled Strikeforce members. They were all still unconcious thanks to the neural inhibitors Priest put on them. Although Fang's head made for an odd placement of the inhibitor. It barely fit on his head. The Stormloader was hovering over the battlefield. She peered down, using her sharp eyes to check the battle.
Dear Lord. Ozzy is naked. Well, almost naked. Brianna's scream was still not working. She could barely speak. Having nothing else to do, Brianna grabbed some crackers. Her heavy flight had drained her of a lot of energy.
"Banshee, can you hear me?" buzzed Grimm in her headset.
"Ahhaaaaaaaaaaaaa," was all she could say.
"Look, the Stormloader has one gun that's easy enough to operate." Brianna couldn't believe it. Grissom wouldn't even let her play Starshooter. Apparently, she wasn't suppose to hit the screen when the targets appeared. And now Grimm wanted her to use a giant machine gun for the first time. Brianna, still mute, hissed into the microphone. "Okay...I'll take that as a 'no'."
Darn right. Suddenly, Brianna was knocked down to the floor. Fang's inhibitor had finally slipped off. He had one paw pinning Brianna's left wing. Some drool dripped on her shoulder, and his face was so close she could count his teeth. Great. And me without my scream. What's the word Priest told me? Shit? Yeah, that sounds good. Shit.
Brianna managed to shoot once. It completly missed Fang and hit some rubber on the ceiling. There was a hissing sound, and the Stormloader shook. Brianna felt a sinking feeling in her head -- the ship was descending.
Fang realized the same thing. He swiped Banshee with his massive paw. She skidded under the control panel. "Foolish girl!" he growled. "We're going to crash now!"
