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The irritation in Romack's voice was clear. Petrachkov gritted his teeth. s**t, s**t, s**t.

"I've got it for now, I don't see anything more than a shooting gallery going on here. Keep an eye on me, if you would be so kind." The AK repeated again and again as Petrachkov ran down the row outside the grenade.

The head of each zombie in the line cracked open as the targeting computer integrated into the Tyrgani Virtual Interface picked out points of weakness.

The immediate area was basically cleared by the time the chaff settled, giving them perhaps a few minutes to plan and move out before they would be disrupted by the remainder of the hoard.

"Learn the ******** range of your own ******** weapons!" Catalena hissed through the headset as the grenade utterly failed its acclaimed task. Who in their right minds even picked up something they did not fully understand? Foolishness! It was a damned good thing he made up for his folly with his shooting.

"It's as good a plan as we have; let's move!" Keeping watchful eyes both physically and mentally, Catalena began to move through the thick trees, putting a bullet through any disinterred sentry close enough to give her difficulties. "Pullman, if there is a contingent of werebeasts, I may be better suited to dealing with them, especially if they can be herded; make your priorities the sages." She considered. They were sorely outnumbered. "But kill whatever suits you, naturally."

Grayson Romack agreed silently to the plans made below, and followed just as silently through the overhead foliage, moving from trunk to trunk. Nothing beneath was worthy of being claimed a significant threat, and so he never bothered to reveal himself. But of course, they finally came near the edge of the thick underbrush and a sole signature pinged gently in his mind. Well ********. Just one? Can't be good. After sublimating and coming to rest on one of the mid-level branches, he felt it necessary to voice as much. "Just one ahead it seems. The only reason I can imagine there being just one is because it's some high-ranking schmuck. It might be best if we surround him."

"I know the '******** range' of my '******** weapons'," Petrachkov grunted as they moved onward. "I just didn't realize the zombies were gonna, y'know, keep standing."

Upon the approach to the clearing, Petrachkov nodded slowly. "Mmkay, so this is working out a bit too well. I like the idea of the demonologist and the psionic sticking together, or rather I like better the idea of having a Ghoster to ensure my safety while I peg whoever I'm gonna peg with the rifle. I'm going up this tree here now and I'm gonna see if I can get a good angle from up there with the long rifle. So, uh, just gimme a minute, and we'll see what we've got."

Petrachkov began to ascend the tree, the TVI guiding his hands where he could find handholds and telling him where to place climbing hooks where he could not. The ascent was going quite well, and would continue to so far as nothing went wrong, which it almost assuredly would.

"Okay, so second mana source. I'm still thinking I'll try to peg the operator here with the long rifle, and perhaps Romack and Pullman can cover us while we take care of that. Any other thoughts?"

Petrachkov's breathing grew slightly heavier as he labored to climb the tree.

"Well, you tell me," Petrachkov replied. "Once I'm in the branches, it's easy. Computer's'll guide me swinging through branches better than any monkey could do it, it's just the trunk that's hard gettin' up." Petrachkov laid hold of a thick branch and clambered up on to it. "Okay, lessee..." he muttered, waiting for a second for the computers to tell him where he wanted to go. Once that was done, he set off through the canopy towards the clearing, looking for a branch on which to climb out. "Say, do I have an angle on that mana source or am I gonna have to move?"

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