more cooperation and a little more insanity.
He pulls away, his mind overwhelmed with the sight of the swarms patrolling the city like an invading army, and hurries back towards his squad. When he arrives he just looks at the Sergeant, unable to speak yet, and shakes his head while closing his eyes. The Sergeant knows what he saw, they all knew, and doesn’t push for details.
Davis: This madness can’t last forever… and I’d really prefer not to destroy city infrastructure in the meantime.
Private Walsh rolls up the map and stuffs it into his leg pocket quickly.
Davis: Right, let’s get moving. Shearer, take point.