the usual compliment of drones who yap and snarl behind him like a pack of wild dogs, looks out over the town. Initially sent to investigate the gunfire he was then distracted by the flares launching from the island. Just as Steve intended. Their flickering light has lit up the entire town including the road where the two invaders make their approach and he squints to see them trudging along.

Barking an order out from the rooftop towards the town centre he then follows it with a series of grunts and whistles to the assembled masses below in the hotel grounds. Screams of acknowledgement echo back up to him and the effect of his signal cascades through the hierarchy of drones. After a moment the feet of the assembled thousands stamp the ground in a loosely synchronised ‘coming to