Zero Tolerance: Not A Drill (Or A Mistake)

[diabolicalfiend]

Title: Not A Drill (Or A Mistake)
Author: diabolicalfiend
Characters/Pairing: Zero, Razor and Colin
Rating: PG
Summary: Under attack
Warning: Violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man
Word Count: 609


Even as Colin and Razor left the training area, the shelling had begun. Screams were echoing in the camp, civilians, running for whatever cover they could find.

Zero waved to grab their attention and they joined him. Colin grabbed the nearest tricorder and began feeding Glinda coordinate points for her cannon. "Shields at sixty percent."

Zero nodded at that, the bodies were evidence of those holes. "What about the Browncoats?"

"Which one?" Colin asked.

"The one shooting at us!" Razor replied irritably.

"Right... their backs are pretty badly off, and looks like one of their fuel cells are damaged."

"Cannons, lock onto that fuel cell. Fire at will!"

Before Glinda could respond, a shell fell nearby. It was too close to Colin, who was knocked off his feet by a spread of shrapnel. Razor stared at him, relieved when the boy picked himself up, if dazed. A piece of debris had sliced his face, causing a gash. He shook it off.

"We've lost weapons lock. Switching to manual." She fired, missing, using that as a guide.

Zero took out his telescope and scanned the horizon. "Five o'clock. Can you hit him?"

Glinda shook her head. "Negative. He's out of range."

An explosion erupted behind them. "Sir! We have a leak in one of the Moritanium supply tanks! It's leaking gas!"

"Pull the cannon over here," Zero ordered. His men rushed to comply. "Razor! Get that leak patched before we start to feel the effects." Gods know what that could be.

"I can seal the leak," Colin offered. "I'm no use to you here," he added, pointing at the ruined sensors.

Razor hesitated, seeing Colin not as a boy, but someone he cares deeply about. Bradshaw interrupted. "I will go with him. It'll take the two of us to do it before it explodes."

"Go," Razor added, taking Bradshaw's place by the cannons. They continued to fire before finally hitting the Browncoats' tank. It exploded, taking several Browncoats with it.

Watching this, Zero gave a silly grin. "Well done!" he said, slapping anyone in range on the back. Now for the other tank. "Bring the cannons to that ridge there, best speed people!" They picked up speed when suddenly Zero called out to stop. The Browncoat tank outshot them, bringing them into pointblank range. He didn't have to give the order to fire. It erupted into flame.

The Browncoats lost their fight after that, just retreating without bothering about their wounded. A cheers and jeers went up among the men. Zero grinned like a proud father.

"Permission to leave my station?" Razor asked.

"Go." He turned to Glinda. "Stand down and let's get ourselves some prisoners."


Razor passed several medics tending to the injured and soldiers putting out fires. He arrived at one of the trucks on top of which was the Moritanium container. Several people, including Bradshaw was working on it. "Report," Razor ordered.

Bradshaw pulled himself from the group to do so. "We have sealed the container, sir."

"Where is my son?"

Bradshaw gave him a sheepish look before jerking his head to the truck. "In there, sir. I left a few tools in there and somehow he managed to trigger the emergency lockdown. We're overriding it now." A few of the men were chuckling to themselves. It stopped when Razor looked at them.

A cry of success herald the outpouring of smoke from the inside and Colin's exit from the building. He was coughing. Razor approached him under the watch of the others. "You locked yourself in?"

"Yes, sir," he admitted.

Much to the surprise of Colin and their observers, Razor just patted his shoulder. "Come on."