left to face the entire army of drones? He shakes of the idea as it’s terrifying to think that he’s alone now and looks towards the hotel, counting the floors to see where the lights are on.
Down at the sea front to his right, the drones scream and scatter back and forth as the waves lap at the shore, their focus is the boat hovering out in the darkness. The simplicity of the plan starting to make sense to Dylan now as the drawn out drones have left the path clear for him to just run straight in through the front entrance.
He doesn’t hear the gunfire or the screams calling for reinforcements from the other side of the building as he enters the forecourt and jogs towards the entrance unimpeded, nor the stampeding hordes closing in from behind to answer the call.