[Naked Crook]

Nighthawk and Anaconda watched the missiles getting closer and closer. Nighthawk: They are shooting missiles at us... Anaconda looked at Nighthawk. Anaconda: Think a bubble shield will hold up against those missiles? Nighthawk: I have seen those things hold up against Scarabs, Wraiths, Scorpions, Rockets, even Banshee Flak...dunno how they would hold up against a Prowlers missiles. The missiles on a Prowler are not as potent as Archer missiles...but they can still be very devastating. They are not combat ships...but they naturally have weapons. We might be fine...MIGHT...is the operative word Anaconda: Well...we are about to find out. Let's hope we are still here when the smoke clears... Anaconda reached to his side and pulled out the deploy-able bubble shield. He activated it and dropped it. Only a moment later did the two Prowler missiles impact the roof Nighthawk and Anaconda watched the blaze from behind the bubble shield. The generator could be heard whizzing, as if it was under extreme stress from dealing with, and repelling the explosion. However, the bubble shield held up long enough for the fire to dissipate. The bubble shield shut down as Nighthawk and Anaconda began to cough as the smoke filled the area. Nighthawk: I guess it worked... Nighthawk and Anaconda then fell to the ground as the other two missiles impacted the sides of Gamma Wing. Anaconda: They are firing on the building! Nighthawk tapped the side of his visor, and changed his view mode to thermal imaging. Nighthawk: Switch to Thermal. We can get a clear shot at that Prowler, and see through this smoke, with the thermal. Anaconda switched to thermal imaging. He could then see the Prowler still in the air. Nighthawk took up aim with his Deserthawk, and aimed at the cockpit. He began to fire. Anaconda, on the other hand, pulled out an Incendiary grenade and looked up at the Prowler. Anaconda tossed the incendiary grenade as hard as he could, into the air, and impacted the hull of the Prowler. Nighthawk: Nice throw. That was some throw. Those firebombs burn at something like 2200 Celsius. That should really do a number on their hull. Keep throwing those things...throw all of them! The smoke had started to clear from the roof top. Anaconda: Alright...priming another incendiary grenade. Do you want me to aim for any spot in particular on that ship? Nighthawk: The cockpit...near the noes of the ship. That is where I have been focusing my gunfire. If we can weaken the hull in that area enough, even breach their bridge, they will be unable to transition into space for fear of a decompression on their bridge. Anaconda nodded. He stepped back, and then moved forward and he wound up his throwing arm, and tossed the second incendiary grenade at the Prowler.