“Red dog three what are you doing?”
shouted a worried Captain Slade Cutter sweat dripping down his face
getting into his eyes, big drops beading on his nose and dropping
onto his shirt. As red dog one Captain Cutter was the commander and
only human in Red Dog platoon, which was made up of five robotic
tanks including his command tank.
He knew that Red dog two was sitting a
kilometer behind him, most likely still burning brightly on the
beach. Captain Cutter could see Red Dog Four and five as they fired
their 50 caliber machine guns at an Iranian sniper, who was under the
mistaken impression that his AK-47 was going to have some effect on
the robotic tanks.
Red Dog three then emerged from around
a corner three streets behind Captain Cutter, slowly picking it's way
through the rubble strewn avenue. Captain Cutter observed that the
multi-antenna array had been destroyed, as it looked like fire damage
Captain Cutter could only assume that a well placed Molotov cocktail
had hit it and that Red Dog three's fire extinguisher system had
malfunctioned. Devoid of input Red Dog three's A.I. Was simply
processing forward to their objective hill 882.
Red Dog Three came down the street it
recognized the other members of it's platoon, but it's A.I. Could
not fathom why they had stopped. It had stopped after a
malfunctioning extinguisher system had allowed it's antenna array to
be destroyed, trying to pick up red dog one's signal. Failing to do
so The AI decided decided that it should continue forward to the
platoon's objective hill 882.
After passing the other members of
it's unit Red dog three continued to snake its way through the town's
streets ignoring the occasional burst of assault rifle fire aimed
it's way. It was only when an Iranian army jeep pulled in front of it
and one of the vehicle's occupants stood up and fired an RPG round at
red dog three, that Red dog three's anti-RPG defense system
destroyed it , did it fire it's main gun destroying the Iranian
vehicle and killing all on board. Red dog three maneuvered around
the burning wreck and pressed forward leading the way for it's
platoon towards hill 882
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