that all of them have stopped moving. And all at once.

Spooked by this seemingly advanced level of organisation he backs away slowly, his eyes fixed on the monitors showing the streets ahead.

Steve: Keep it together man. They aren’t that sophisticated. Just drones… Just ants!

But he knows better than to hang around when things get weird, and turns to exit the town before they come back. If they were adapting to his tactics he would need to come up with a better strategy to deal with them.

There would be no sleep today. He’d remain in the town and gather more information about this new behaviour. Whoever was calling out to them was toying with him. Taking him or her, or it, out would be the priority.