the heavy breathing of multiple drones, their wheezing is unmistakable, and drops to his knees to peek under the door as best he can.

Inside are simple drones standing outside each hotel room. The sounds he heard and recognised now becoming clear to him as he realises what is going on, made completely clear as a drone, one tall and well-built enough to normally be wearing a suit of armour walks out of one of the rooms completely naked and dazed looking.

Steve: Holy shit… that sick bastard is breeding them!

He turns and looks up to the next floor, he needed to end this quickly, for more than one reason. The depravity of Mark’s ambition now so horrible to his mind that he knows he can’t allow him to