He pulled a hard left, drifting the heavy machine until he was parallel with the convoy’s lead truck. With a roar of the engine, he activated the pneumatic ram. CLANG. The impact sent a shudder through his teeth as the Vultures’ escort spiraled into the dunes.
The sky over the Dust Bowl was the color of a bruised plum, thick with the static of an approaching storm. In the heart of the wasteland, the didn’t just drive; it tore through the landscape like a jagged blade.
"Target’s dirty, but I've got it," Jax yelled over the rising howl of the storm. He turned the wheel toward the eye of the vortex, using the DBM Tornado’s sheer weight to anchor him against the gale while the Vultures were sucked into the sky behind him.
As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire. Harpoons whistled past his roll cage, and molotovs bloomed into orange flowers against the sand. Jax didn't flinch. He hit the toggle for the , and the Tornado kicked up a blinding wall of grit, masking his position.
Jax reached out, snagging the canister with the Tornado’s magnetic winch. As the metal clattered against his chassis, the sky finally broke. A real tornado—a towering pillar of black grit—began to drop from the clouds.
The CEM DT-172 is a smart data logger with internal sensors for both humidity and temperature. All values are shown in the display, that is present, max., min. and time. The logger is perfect for many different applications like office environment or temperature controlled transportation or clean rooms. The loggings are stamped with time and date and the large memory enables logging of 16,000 data sets.
In the software alarms limits can be programmed and the loggings are easily transferred and printed as graph or list.
The CEM DT-172 is delivered ready to use with battery, wall mount, software, USB cable and manual.
He pulled a hard left, drifting the heavy machine until he was parallel with the convoy’s lead truck. With a roar of the engine, he activated the pneumatic ram. CLANG. The impact sent a shudder through his teeth as the Vultures’ escort spiraled into the dunes.
The sky over the Dust Bowl was the color of a bruised plum, thick with the static of an approaching storm. In the heart of the wasteland, the didn’t just drive; it tore through the landscape like a jagged blade.
"Target’s dirty, but I've got it," Jax yelled over the rising howl of the storm. He turned the wheel toward the eye of the vortex, using the DBM Tornado’s sheer weight to anchor him against the gale while the Vultures were sucked into the sky behind him.
As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire. Harpoons whistled past his roll cage, and molotovs bloomed into orange flowers against the sand. Jax didn't flinch. He hit the toggle for the , and the Tornado kicked up a blinding wall of grit, masking his position.
Jax reached out, snagging the canister with the Tornado’s magnetic winch. As the metal clattered against his chassis, the sky finally broke. A real tornado—a towering pillar of black grit—began to drop from the clouds.