Steve: What the hell is this?
Watching for a minute, trying to figure out why there would be a train just sitting here, he spots movement. Ten drones with a lieutenant march down along the side of the train.
The armoured drone at the front of the pack has a dim light attached to his back and a torch strapped to his shoulder.
The drones follow him closely, as if scared to be left behind in the shadows that kept pace with them as they jogged along the tracks. This was a patrol, the first he’d encountered, and he now knew the reach of the alpha, the perimeter of the area he’d conquered.
He could take this group out quickly enough, a shot to the uncovered face of the