Streams of plasma bolts began to fly from the lead Banshee’s nose, blasting up the ground across the plateau. He thumbed the priming slider and hurled the grenade into the air, putting all of his speed and strength into the throw. He doubted he was going to hit anything, but it would give the pilot something else to think about—and if John happened to get lucky, it would make the other pilots think twice when they came in for their next runs.
	The grenade was still climbing when John’s HUD flashed green—the onboard computer alerting him that now was his best chance to dive between bolts without taking a hit.