The Genesis Plague (2010)

some switches on the cyclic’s grip which powered on the AGM-114 Hellfire missiles rack-mounted on the pylons. The targeting interface illuminated on the LCD in front of Jason - a camera tracing the terrain beneath the chopper with glowing night vision, overlaid with crosshairs.
    ‘Works like a videogame,’ Meat explained to Jason. ‘I’ll walk you through it as soon as we’re in range.’
    ‘Got it.’
    Safely out over the plain, Meat banked the chopper along a wide arc and headed south to allow for the first glimpse of the enemy convoy.
    ‘Holy shit!’ Jam said. ‘Look at them all!’ He pointed out the fuselage window.
    Jason saw what he meant. There looked to be almost a dozen trucks on the road south from the camp.
    ‘All right,’ Meat said, flipping down the helmet’s night-vision lenses. He paused to study the enemy formation. ‘They’re bunched up pretty nicely along the road. I’ll take us two klicks out so we can line up for a nice shot. I’ll need to focus on keeping this thing steady. So I’ll need you to send some rockets at ‘em,’ he told Jason. ‘Use the toggle button on top of the grip to move the crosshairs over the target. Then squeeze the trigger to get a laser on it … you’ll see it come up on the screen. Just be sure to keep the laser dot on the target until the rocket hits. Use the red button to fire the missile. Fire and forget. Think you can do it?’
    ‘Roger that,’ Jason said, focused on the targeting screen and getting a feel for the control grip. He used his thumb to move the crosshairs side to side. As he tested the forward and backward functions, the camera zoomed in and out.
    ‘They see us coming,’ Jam said, scanning the militants through his night-vision goggles. The Arabs were scrambling to target the incoming Blackhawk.
    ‘Doesn’t matter. Their RPGs are only good up to a thousand metres. And their guns can only shoot half that distance. They won’t know what hit ‘em,’ Meat said.
    Climbing higher, Meat smoothly circled along a northerly course. ‘Get ready,’ he said to Jason.
    He swung the chopper around, gained more altitude, and let the digital stabilization system assist in hovering the chopper. Luckily, there was minimal drag from the light winds moving over the plain. ‘Go for it, Jay. Give ‘em hell.’
    The roadway cut horizontally along the targeting display, sandwiched by the foothills on the back side, a deep ravine and dense wheat field in the front. The convoy lined up onscreen like a shooting gallery. Jason immediately knew that the Arabs’ hasty attack was about to backfire horribly on them. He decided to use the same tactic that roadside bombers had so frequently employed when assaulting US convoys - strike the lead vehicle first, then the rearmost vehicle next to immobilize everything in between.
    Jason felt his stomach go into a knot as he zoomed in and panned the crosshairs over one of the trucks fanned out in the front of the convoy.
    ‘Remember to keep the laser on the target until the missile hits,’ Meat said.
    ‘Got it,’ Jason said. He squeezed the trigger control and a flashing red dot appeared on the display. He adjusted the aim, held the dot steady, and the crosshairs flashed from red to green. He slid his thumb over the red firing button and pressed down on it.
    The first missile hissed out from its pod, shot out in front of the chopper along a high arc, then bobbed and weaved as its onboard guidance system synchronized with the laser’s coordinates. Jason kept his eyes nailed to the crosshairs, made slight adjustments for the side-to-side rocking caused by Meat’s less than graceful attempt to hover the Blackhawk. Onscreen the missile struck with a brilliant flash.
    ‘Nice!’ Meat said.
    ‘Now let’s hit them in the rear.’ Intensely focused, Jason panned the crosshairs to the convoy’s rear, picked his target and squeezed a laser mark. Keeping the laser dot steady over a pickup truck mounted with a crude machine gun turret, he hit the fire button. The second missile hissed out from the weapons pylon, spooled and angled sharply towards the target. Within seconds, it hit - decimating the target with flawless execution.
    Jam and Camel hooted and high-fived one another.
    ‘Now pop ‘em in the middle,’ Meat said.
    ‘Roger that,’ Jason said. He targeted the remaining vehicles and fired a third missile.
    Another explosion rocked the convoy’s centre in a maelstrom of fire, hurling bodies and metal