Faisal saw the Lady Merc.
He saw the flash, the smoke trailing out behind it.
Fucking Strela. Growing up around Russian military hardware Strela became Faisal’s generic term for all man-portable air defense systems. He didn’t have the speed to outrun the missile or get above it so he pitched his hurtling consciousness down at a steep angle, subjecting the drone to more negative Gs than any human pilot could hope to withstand without his brain exploding.
Faisal aimed straight for the ground and waited as the slum rose to meet him.