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The airborne Wasp began a strafing run, and Coco was thrilled. That wasn't my best shot ever, she thought, This Is.
As they closed on target, and the drone's angle of approach steepened, Catherine and Coco leaned back in their saddles. Hi-5 did, too, but as the mini-auto-cannon slung under the belly of the Wasp cut loose, filling the air with a sound like a mammoth zipper, she leaned as far back into the cantle of her saddle as a cowgirl can, until she was almost reclining on the fuselage of the drone. She ripped at the velcro straps holding the two halves of her armored vest in place, and the wind tore it off her and sent it tumbling below. Hi-5 held on to the fuselage with the mighty grip of her thighs, and as her hands tore open her top, the rushing wind turned it into a cape that snapped behind her like a flag in a gale.
Hi-5 arched her back so that her shoulder blades and the back of her head made contact with the top of the fuselage, and she presented her glorious breasts to the heavens. Her skin glowed in the late-morning sun, and the rushing winds hardened her nipples, casting deep purple, high-contrast shadows. Her hand reached back to caress the warm metal skin of the drone as it spit fire on the mortals below.
Despite the bright, flickering, serpent's tongue of flame that flashed violent orange and arc-welder blue from the cannon's hot barrel, the vision of Hi-5's dazzling, hypnotic beauty was the last thing many men saw before oblivion.
As the cannon exploded the Ziggurat's rooftop and the insurgents in front of her with furious Shock n' Shell, the vibrations of the drone's three-thousand-round-per-minute cannon fire pushed Hi-5 Beyond, and she screamed a hellion's cry like a cowboy-banshee, a cowgirl harpy, a Valkyrie bitch-goddess.
Had the drone's cannon not ripped her besmitten, upward-gazing admirers to shreds, then they might very well have forsaken their gods, and fallen to their knees with arms outstretched to embrace the terrible and divine beauty that was Hi-5, the bare-breasted rider on a blued metal horse bringing Death.
Between the explosions, Casper recognized the sound of the angry Kamikaze insects throwing themselves against the exterior of the metal elevator doors from his ride on Lady Chatterley. It was shrapnel on steel. After a long ten seconds, there was only the roaring whine of the turbine above and in front of the doors. The bullet holes in the elevator doors streamed the air inside with shafts of direct sunlight, but now they were cast in shadow by a large hovering object.
MUNI 5-7 opened the doors, and Casper saw that both squads of insurgents had been turned into parts. Looking up, he saw Hi-5, Coco, and Catherine set in western saddles atop a G.S.A. Wasp drone that lowered itself slowly to the roof in fan-assisted, thrust-vectored, vertical descent. The one thing he wondered wasn't what they were doing there, how they got a G.S.A. Wasp drone, or even why Hi-5 was showing off her beautiful, world-famous tits. Casper just wanted to know why Hi-5 looked like she always did at the end of all her videos, undeniably sated.