fragments of furniture and blood. The shrapnel from the grenade piercing through the thin plasterboard walls into the corridor and shredding any drones unlucky enough to have been in the way. The ambush was so quick. As if they’d been training for this very thing.

Steve: No! NOOO!!!

He kicks and struggles as they drag him down the corridor and stand him up against the wall and a lieutenant strikes him across his face with his metal covered fist before turning to reveal Mark standing there looking at him. The drones hold him in place so their “king” can walk securely in front of this captured assassin.

Mark: Well… I’d like to say that this is a surprise… but really it isn’t.