begin a patrol deeper into the streets of the town. They’d then march around the outer reaches until they completed a circuit and re-joined the main body in the que again. Whatever was going on inside the centre was a mystery. But the drones were looking less ragged now, less depleted and lifeless. Perhaps he was feeding them. Rebuilding his army not just in numbers but in quality.
On the screen the Alpha has finished adjusting himself and as the gasps from the swarm die down he clears his throat. The sound echo’s out over the park from two large speakers in either corner. He’d been busy setting this up, his personal rock concert. His voice booms out over the town: STEEEEVE!!
Steve looks at the screen in shock. He figured that he might be