Running Hot

The ground whipped by quickly as the tractor sped towards the chaos.

It had reached maximum velocity and was cruising at a relatively good pace. Its main display showed that they had topped out their speed, which fluctuated between 24 to 26 meters per second. Although it wasn’t fast compared to space superiority fighters, it was definitely rather quick for any land-based vehicle.

Especially for something that weighed as much as the tractor did.

As they neared, the sounds of gunfire became clearer and more recognizable.

“Should we continue flying over there, or walk?” asked Amal.

Dareon shook his head.

“Walking will take way too long,” he replied. “By then… everyone would… I couldn’t...”

He let the sentence hang in the air before he quickly hopped up from his seat.

Dareon then turned around and shuffled some of the items behind the technician’s chair. After moving a few things aside, he swiftly pulled out a short hunting rifle from among the other tools.