PATIENT ZERO -The lone survivor
Freedom was fifty meters away.
WHIRRRRR.
From the darkness of the ceiling behind us, three shapes detached themselves. They were sleek, matte-black quadcopters, their rotors spinning with a lethal hum. A grid of red lasers projected from their noses, scanning the tunnel floor.
"Targets acquired," a synthesized voice echoed off the walls. "Lethal force authorized."
"Go!" I shoved Eliana toward the exit.
The lead drone dove, a small machine gun mounted under its chassis spinning up.