​     Monitors inside the van indicated that dozens of drones surrounded the warehouse like bees swarming a hive.

     Adam and Gramps sat in the two front seats of the van. Trevor and Niki squatted in back while the others sat, the child on Abby's lap. 

     To Adam, Gramps said, "You were right. We should have grabbed every weapon we could while we had the chance." 

     "Water. Bridge," Adam replied.

      "Open", Gramps said. Everything above them did exactly that, revealing a shaft and open sky hundreds of feet above them. 

     "Elevate," Gramps said. 

     The van went up, and fast. 

     Thirty seconds later, they were ten thousand feet in the air and still rising. 

     Then, from Gramps, a final direction.

     "Detonate," he said.

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