The van grinds as it reverses into the tight gap and metal screeches loudly as it tears and warps. Rob looks up to the window of the college where Brian is watching out for swarms. He gets a nod that everything was still clear and signals to Kenny in the driver’s seat to continue.
Rob: Keep going, it doesn’t have to be pretty.
Steve stretches his neck out to peek down onto the central park. He’s on the roof of the shopping centre right in the heart of the town looking at a huge number of drones who stand assembled like a battalion of soldiers awaiting inspection.
There must be thousands of them, a swarm of such size it would require quite a few alpha’s from what