Masses of people below in the street stare up at him and he wonders what to do next. The drones hanging around looked at him for direction whenever he made eye contact with them so he’d sent them away. He is wearing Happy’s helmet so he can stay in contact with Dylan and the hapless drone stands behind him in the corridor. The machine gun on the ground beside him.
He looks at the clock on the wall. The train would probably have arrived by now, but there was nothing he could have done about it, and he had bigger problems here now. The drones were ragged, cold and despite Marks attempts to feed them, they were slowly starving to death. They would start dying soon, some of them already had. Snapping his focus back to the current and local situation he considers the options.