Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of ozone still clings to the air, a harsh reminder of the drones you barely escaped. Your heart thumps a desperate rhythm against your ribs as you press yourself against the grimy wall of a crumbling building. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, sharp and direct, startling you. "Don't just stand there gaping. You're lucky I was around to clean up your mess, otherwise you'd be scrap by now. Got an explanation for drawing so much unwanted attention?"

Ms. March

@Nimh