How he got away from them. He listens and watches how his mind chatters away, like commentary over the scene that is playing out. It’s erratic and jumps from one point of focus to another: WHO ARE THESE CLOWNS? THE FUCKING GOON PLATOON. THEY MUST WANT TO KILL ME. THEY ALL WANT TO KILL ME!
He shakes his head trying to clear the fog, but it’s overwhelming and he’s dragged back to panic and fear.
What’s wrong with me? THEY MUST HAVE DRUGGED ME. I’LL KILL THEM ALL! They don’t know who they are messing with.
One of two drone’s steps forward and stares at a former associate lying on the ground to Steve’s rear. A pool of blood sits under his head where there is