Thirty-FiveThe rumbling ranks of fighting vehicles went through the Northern Gate as if it wasn't there, whilst overhead a hundred and more flying vehicles, a black swarm filled to bursting with men and material, floated over the broken walls and headed towards the interior. No one stopped us, probably because no one was there. We swept over the outer suburbs and I heard the sirens begin to wail. I peered down. What few people there were on the streets ran like frightened rats, scurrying away to the limited safety of their homes. I watched in fascination as we banked away to the right, the great clouds of hover vehicles beginning to fan out across the sky, slipping between high-rise apartment blocks, swooping across city squares and central park, laser blasters shooting out streaks of deat
