Alexei watched the new drones come in and did the math without moving his lips.
The formation was tighter than the last one, and the spacing of the drones told him that these ones weren't built for warnings. Their housings, the shells around them, were thicker while their undersides carried heavier mounts. Not even the hum was the same. Now it was lower and layered, the kind of sound that meant the machine was balancing power draw across multiple systems.
This thing was built for war, was built to take bullets and keep on ticking.
He didn't need to know the exact model name to understand the intent of the drone pilots. They had stopped trying to corral the five of them and decided to change tactics.
Now they were simply going to erase them.
Or at least, that was what they thought.
Finally, Psycho purred. They're done pretending. Now you can be done pretending too.
