Although it was a super-miniature Gatling, its firepower was still nothing to scoff at. Once its barrels started spinning, it could easily lay down suppressing fire and send people scrambling for cover.
If the racket had not drawn Dahlia over from nearby, Nick and "Machete" would have had no choice but to stay flat on the ground and wait for the man to run out of ammunition.
"S-sorry. I thought I'd ended up in hell." The Russian, dressed in Russian urban camouflage with a blue-and-white striped naval undershirt showing at his collar, covered his ears as he apologized to them.
While he had been spraying fire at Nick, Dahlia had crept up beside him and fired a shot next to his left ear. The blast had left his ear ringing, but it had also brought him fully to his senses.
"My name's Luo... uh, never mind. Just call me Nick. What are your names?" After a moment's thought, Nick simply abandoned his original character background. There was a good chance this godforsaken place was not even Earth, so there was no point in continuing to use the original owner's name.
"Cuchillo." "Machete" gave a Spanish word that literally meant "knife," so Nick decided to keep calling him "Machete."
"Nikolai." The Russian patted his chest, looking a little simple.
"...Dahlia." After giving her name, Dahlia looked at Nick, her eyes full of questions.
Nick gave her a look to tell her to be patient, then raised a hand and pointed at the sky. "What else do you remember about falling out of the sky?"
Nikolai, the Russian with a build as stocky as a black bear and an honest-looking face, spoke first, though his English clearly was not very good. "I was in Chechnya, fighting. Suddenly, white light, then... then I