constant chatter in his ear tells him that the main body of drones was well contained at the other side of the town but he knew better than to rely on just one distraction. Mark wouldn’t be so easily fooled, not if their recent history was anything to go by.

He opens the notebook and covers it from the rain by huddling in against the wall tightly. He flicks forward to a page containing the words “LAUNCH THE BOAT!” in thick black letters and grunts a few times. Dylan’s voice crackles in his ear, the signal not so clear at this end of town and he curses at not having placed the antenna on the roof the last time he was in town. But he knows it was an acknowledgment of the instruction and puts the notebook away before jumping up to grab the top of the wall and slowly pull himself up to get a better view.