AGP- Plasma Gun Shot

The sniper drone must have either been set to automatically try to disarm and suppress hostiles or wasn't smart enough to aim for the gunner instead of their weapon. Instead of blowing Tink's head off, it had put a burst right through his plasma gun as he charged it for a second shot. Now, most plasma guns are sturdy things, they're designed to keep working for centuries after all, so instead of exploding in a giant fireball and killing Tink, it just started venting superheated gas through the two new cooling ports it had acquired.

From Tink's point of view this was hardly an improvement: the angle of the shot meant that one plasma geyser was spraying directly upwards into his face and the other was aimed at his lap. To make matters worse he was sitting in an enclosed space with those two geysers and couldn't employ the usual plasma gunner tactic of just dropping the thing. Not if he ever wanted to have kids anyway. So in a panic to get away from the burning pain the techie did the only thing he could think of, he threw the plasma gun as hard as he could out the window.

On the other side of the street the two police officers were trying to get back to their feet after their car exploded behind them. Their ringing ears heard a shot, a scream, a growing roaring noise, a second shot, and a thunk. Then the plasma gun, venting in four directions now, landed between them.

We exited the building to see two screaming police officers trying to scramble away from… something.

Imagine a leaking balloon or punctured gas canister, picture the random way it spins and skips around. Now imagine that instead of harmless gas it's spraying blue fire. Everyone stopped and watch for a second, just trying to figure out what they hell was going on. Then Tink screamed at us to watch for the drones.

The drones must have been equally confused by the bouncing plasma gun, because both of them were just hovering over the scene, making them easy targets. We shot them down, started piling into the truck, then out again, then in again, then out again. Eventually we managed to pull the half-blind Tink out of the driver seat, replace him with the infiltrator, retrieve the now sputtering plasma gun from the between the moaning officers, and drive away before any more police showed up.