again at the crowd staring at him. As if it’s new information all over again: Did I interrupt a peace march or something? Are these guys all fucking tree huggers? They don’t all look like hippies. I’LL KILL THEM ANYWAY!

A nod from the platoon leader and another drone runs towards him. The cold, sharp sound of metal striking bone rings out in the air as a steel cap boot meets a jaw bone.

Another limp body lies motionless on the tarmac and a now very confident Steve looks to the remaining drones with anger in his eyes. His mind is suddenly focused: One at a time if they want it. COME ON! I feel strong today. Stronger than I’ve felt in a long time!

He takes a few steps back and hops on his