A small black box flashing numbers on a red LED display stood amongst the computer screens. It flashed 876.
“We started at 1113. We’re doing a good job. I’m trying to find out what’s going to trigger Sileo, what’ll make these drones fly and dispatch their payload. Whatever it is, it’s connected to Turner’s grave.”
He stopped talking and typed furiously on one of several keyboards in front of him, “I’m also trying to reduce the effective radius of each drone. I’m having some luck with that. As it stands, if the drones are triggered right now, most, but probably not all of us will die. The Slow King has failed.”
“Nice,” Hunter said, looking unhappy.
“Shh,” Juniper waved her arms to get her friends’ attention. Forest’s last words boomed around the vast church. The noise of the burning cit
