against the brickwork. Scratching, snarling and screeching as they try to get to the warm meals above.

Tommy: Holy shit, he is one of them! They just ran right past him. How is this possible?

They can only stare down shocked as Steve stands up, draws his sword and looks around to make sure these are the only drones in the area. An empty soft drink can sits in the grass beside him which he picks up and throws towards them. They turn and stare, only now recognising that he is even there. Cautious at first, they fan out on the instruction of their leader. An old haggard looking woman. She was the alpha of this swarm and had escaped until now. Like always, she stands back to observe and issues a grunt sending her five bloodthirsty drones forward to attack.