group. He could compete with AI drones in the field of accuracy and for that he was assigned team sniper, given the best and most powerful rifle of the six, an advanced UIGN sniper rifle.
He wore the rifle draped across his back. The optic scope alone was almost as big as his head. Kaito’s drone was a shielding specialty drone named Libra. Libra had no weapons. An incredibly fast, small ball of pure energy, it could intercept incoming attacks, absorb, and vaporize them before they could harm Kaito or his allies.
About fifteen feet behind Kaito was the fourth of the squad of six, Abram Orlav. Abram was tall, thick and muscular with short black buzzed hair. The Russian native had high cheekbones and big puffy eyes. ‘A gentle giant’ Aisha would tease during training but he was far from gentle when need be.
The giant’s weapon was a warhammer that Tyler physically could not even lift. How the Russian born man wield such a devastating hunk of metal was beyond him.
Abram’s drone, Taurus was about as rugged as he. Operated on a set of tracks much like an old military tank, it was a landlocked defensive unit. Much bigger than the other drones, Taurus served more as a personal portable shield that had no offensive weapons, let alone data powerhouse.
Abram had excelled through every bit of training thrown his way, even the bits designed to fail him. One test scenario in particular was setup to fail and evaluate how the applicants handled defeat. The challenge was to rescue a comrade encased in bulletproof glass before the timer expired while another two comrades were unconscious beside him . There was a designated blast zone that if anyone was left within would be tagged as dead. Now this test was intended to resemble the tough choices made, where the right answer is to leave the comrade who is stuck behind the glass. There was no way to save them and the applicant's time is better served escorting the remainder of the unconscious crew to safety.
Abram Orlav, in an immaculate display of brute strength, broke the glass. In doing so, he tore up his arms and required forty-seven stitches, but not before he rescued the stranded comrade. Throwing him over one shoulder, adding the other two over his other shoulder and carrying them all to the safe zone.
Tyler remembered being so impressed with the man that day, he had asked him why he didn't stop when he cut his arm down to the bone. The giant man simply concluded that, if this scenario were real he wouldn’t have stopped, so why stop in a test intended to simulate real life?
The man could have been squad leader if politics didn’t have their say in every little thing. Though country borders mostly all but disappeared leading up to Project Salvation, the spiteful Americans could never allow a Russian native the power and control of leading the squad whose mission were phase one in saving the human race.
Off to the side, drawing lines in the sand, was Leon Fleisher. He was speaking to his hovering drone as he scribbled into the sand. Tyler not being able to hear what Leon was saying thought it looked a little crazy for him to be rambling to a robot as he painted in the dirt.
Rich in German heritage, Leon’s parents were immigrants to the United States, and his father actually helped a great deal in the creation of the warp drive back in his mid-twenties.
Leon was a natural born leader. Thin and clean with blond hair and blue eyes; he was the only member of the crew to have a beard, which was chiseled and upkeep to perfection as was his posture, mannerisms, and leadership. His mind was sharp and in testing proved more than capable of thinking outside the box with quick, calm, calculated efficiency.
Leon’s drone Scorpio was the most similar to Tyler’s. If both bots were side by side, one might even misconstrue which was which. The only real difference was internal and color. Scorpio had faster processing power and a larger database of knowledge. He was black and red,