almost black and white. He looks at them, almost in pity: They are so helpless when the leader is taken out, with the look of lost children in their eyes.
Setting about on his mission he pulls smaller pouches from the backpack and one by one begins to attach them to the drones. Some contain explosives and, continuing tradition, he marks their forehead with a tube of pink lipstick. Others he attaches tracking beacons to which he marks with a blue shade to separate them.
Entire swarms have been coming and going lately and he wants to get some sort of data on their movements. Partially to form a better strategy around exterminating them but also to make sure they were not up to anything diabolical.