Marcus lowered the tablet slightly and looked up at the clearing around him. The trees boxed the area in, but there was enough open sky above for a launch system to fire without obstruction. The ground was firm, no loose mud, no slope that would affect stability. It would hold the weight.
He moved a few steps forward and cleared a space with his boot, pushing aside loose branches and stones. Then he opened his system interface.
"HIMARS."
The selection was immediate.
He confirmed the purchase.
A second later, the M142 HIMARS materialized in front of him.
The six-wheeled chassis settled onto the ground with a heavy thud. Suspension compressed slightly, stabilizing under its own weight. The launcher pod was already mounted at the rear, angled slightly upward in its travel position. The vehicle looked out of place in the forest, clean metal and sharp lines against dirt and trees.
Marcus walked around it once.
No visible damage. No missing components.
Standard configuration.
