Angel of Death Part 2

In the AC-130, the crew gave no cheers.

"Next target," Roach ordered. "Stay on them."

Torres highlighted a second thermal contact. "Tracking second bogey. It's faster—closing on friendly signal!"

"Adjust azimuth! Gun two, you're up," Ibarra said.

"25mm hot!" the secondary gunner replied. "Firing short bursts!"

BRRRRRRT!

A hail of 25mm shells raked the jungle, splitting apart the treetops like matchsticks. The feed picked up muzzle flashes as rounds slammed into the charging Mawbeast.

"Partial damage," Cruz reported. "It's wounded—staggered—but not down."

"Switch to Bofors," Roach commanded. "I want it gone."

"Firing!" Ibarra shouted.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.

Three successive shots from the 40mm Bofors cannon lit up the hillside. The Mawbeast jerked and twisted before collapsing into the underbrush.

Thomas gritted his teeth, watching the final creature barrel toward the ditch.