PART 137

Less a hundred minutes after the Drones team had showered to wash off the smell of physical exertion they had taken their various positions in the official bus set to head off to various destinations. Or at least most of them had, when a man in a dark blue hoodie abruptly broke away from the exiting crowd and fired a number of shots at the general direction of the bus.

Of-course there was a stampede, and it was a stampede in confusion. No one person could safely say what direction was the safest to run towards.