The gigantic artillery shells of the pallet rifle blasted through 4 layers of armor, tearing through the plates with an amazing level of noise, while the shells fell down into retaining areas below, leaving massive divots in the steel floor.  The engineers of the train got on radio.  "Maximum throttle confirmed!  We're evacuating to the third car!"  They yelled, while the train simply accelerated at maximum speed, rampaging across the rails like a bat out of hell, nearly missed by Maria's shell ejection as they ran from car to car.<br/><br/>Down in the geofront, Gene Frederson watched the scene above with obvious displeasure.  "Since my daughter is useless, Sir, I suppose I have nothing to lose."  He said coldly, turning around to a completely arbitrary computer console and pressing two keys.  "I just opened the top 11 layers of armor, the only thing I have authority over.  If you want anything more opened, you'll have to use the turret network to blow it open."  He said, turning directly to the camera for the feed Maria was watching.  "And Maria, if you should fail to hit the broad side of a barn, or have a synch ratio above 70 percent, I think we will need to find you a replacement."<br/><br/>(8 layers of armor remain to blow through)