“Initiating swarm,” Emma reported.
Erik’s heart rate kicked up from a rush of excitement, not fear. He would never deny enjoying taking it to the enemy. He’d respected a lot of the rebels he’d fought in his time in the Army, but he had nothing but contempt for the conspiracy.
This wasn’t war, this was trash cleanup.
The circle of drones shrank in one fluid movement like a noose tightening around the neck of a condemned man. Erik reminded himself they were there for a rescue, not an execution, but he wouldn’t mind flinging some pain along the way. A team of twelve exos with extra ammo was a solid unit, but it wasn’t a massive army. Depending on the enemy defenses, there might only be so much they could do.
Erik appreciated that everyone was a volunteer, but he wasn’t going to get anyone
