to get to the Lieutenants no matter what.

The smoke billows out from the grenades on his back blinding the drones, and the flares, now scattered around him by the panicked Lieutenants, only adding to their confusion.

Steve, on the other side of town, unknowingly competes to match Moe’s body count, but that would be impossible - There are simply not enough drones. Rounds pepper the trunks of the trees as Steve dives into cover and fires back, taking out the regular drones one by one to thin the ranks.

Chunks of bark and wood shower him as he ducks back out and takes aim quickly. Two of the closest attackers drop in quick succession and he follows up by throwing a grenade into the bulk of the remaining drones.