The gangsters worked furiously at their mortars, shouting hurried commands as they adjusted angles and loaded shells. Sweat mixed with grime on their faces as they prepared to fire. Four mortar positions were spread across a makeshift field, each team racing to strike before the Spirit Fox operatives could retaliate.
Unbeknownst to them, the first shell was already inbound.
The whistle came too late.
The first position vanished in a fiery blast as the shell struck dead center. The explosion sent fragments of metal and body parts flying, while the shockwave flattened anything within a few meters. Secondary detonations followed as the gang's ammunition ignited, creating a mushroom of fire and smoke that consumed the entire emplacement.