"Gimmie a sec, Iason," Toni replied, bringing the quinjet around for another strafing run, just in case.
She knew a quinjet's schematics inside and out, knew exactly what weapons it possessed. Standard-repulsor based beams, missiles, and some fire-fighting equipment. Nothing like what they needed now. Unless...
"Fuel lines," she said. "I can reroute the Quinnjet's fuel lines to high-pressure hoses. If someone can set that on fire..."
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