Chapter Twenty-Two
The quadrupedal drones stalked close by, lithe and alert, like robot dogs.
Inside the dark hangar, Damien lay face-up across the top of a Destiny-class drone, its surface—he hoped—blocking him from the quadrupeds’ detection. He, Nasira and Aviary were trapped by the robots in here and the Purity fireteam outside.
Tiny reversed legs clicked on the concrete floor as a quadruped walked past him.
Turning his head slightly, he checked on Nasira. She was lying on the drone opposite him. She held her Balerinka carbine across her stomach, its short barrel between her legs, and looked slightly more confident than he felt right now.
Aviary had retreated behind a desk inside a workshop that ran the length of the hangar, separated from the drones by a half-wall with polycarbona
