The gate of Ft. Inglorious slid open as the remnants of the convoy rolled through.
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In Cobia Bay, the convoy headed towards a large building about a mile away.
"Guys, I'm getting huge energy signatures from this building," Rime said.
"Must be where the shield generator is," Zachary said.
Deimos grinned. "We'll let Captain Fairchild soften up the complex; he's got more firepower than all of us combined."
He then radioed Capt. Fairchild. "We got a building for you to pound!"
Capt. Fairchild's voice echoed through the radio. "Roger that. I'm on my way!"
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Capt. Fairchild flew over the complex and dropped all four of his 2,000 pound bombs. As he did so, his belly, flank and wings were raked by anti aircraft fire. Two missiles streaked towards him. He quickly dropped chaff to try and shake them off but one of the missiles struck and blew off one of his elevators and the tail it was attached to.
Amazingly, he was still capable of flying despite the injuries he had taken. Hydraulic fluid (which served as his blood) was leaking from his damaged tail but he was capable of manufacturing a special type of hydraulic fluid that coagulated in the air. In a few minutes, the fluid hardened to form a solid black mass around the stump of his tail.
The bombs had completely leveled the complex and killed a good portion of the defenders but the few remaining ones had the sense to hide until he left.
He then radioed Deimos back. "Deimos, this is Capt. Fairchild, the area is secure."
He then flew off in search of more targets.
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"S---. Captain Fairchild is one hell of a pilot," the Bull Trucker said, watching the living A-10 almost singlehandedly level the building.
"Yeah, the shield somehow survived that," Deimos said. "Which means we're going in to mop up."
The convoy then continued on its way to the smoldering ruins of the building.