Chapter 8
The kid had brought his drone pals on the railings above us. He must have slaved them all to his uncalloused little fingers by their digital threads and told them to charge the Amazons.
More than twenty drones, either maintenance supervisors, the lava fingers from before, or simply strong lifting drones lunged down from the fifteen meter tall floor above, inhumanely unaware of any self-preservation or vertigo or damage from the fall.
The Amazons broke their formation around me and spread out, taking cover and shooting the incoming drones. Sparks flew, bits were separated from their pieces and a couple of them were brought down.
But the drones were a lot tougher than they looked.
They managed to close the gap and went melee on the Amazons. Girls versus metal, with surprisingl
