I told her again I was going to put a stop to this if I had to outright shoot that damn dog to stop it.She just pleaded with me not to shoot him and k...ill him, as her usual love of the world was once again showing from her.I told her not to worry one damn bit about what I had saw and witnessed through all this and I would never ever tell one soul about it at all.She was glad of that and what woman wouldn’t be. But I was pissed, I was mad, I was scorned woman and by dammit I was going to put a. The drones began marching behind their handler, who had taken them off campus in a train that had now arrived at a military base of some sorts. The chip controlling them kept each marching in unison, eyes blank and staring straight ahead.Their handler stopped suddenly, which brought robby-drone and the others to a complete halt. They snapped to attention and waited blankly for command.Their handler, a young man with two stars on his uniform collar turned and smiled. "drones, the campus you. Clinging to her body was a flirty emerald green silk chemise, tiny spaghetti straps supported it from china smooth shoulders. My eyes wandered slowly over her, ever cautious of being seen. One thin strapped shoe clung precariously from her foot, threatening at any instant to fall. Her ankle sported a tiny gold chain. My eyes wandered slowly back up and met hers: direct, unwavering, crystal clear blue. A tiny smile played over her lips bringing a blush to my cheeks. She looked back to the menu. I'm sure of it," she said to herself. She stood for a moment pondering, then shrugged her shoulders. "Never mind. Please continue!" The group turned back towards the hallway and continued on until they reached a door.Wilco pushed herself towards the front of the group to the tiny door at the end of the hallway and started turning a lock. "Ninety-nine ... forty-four ... and sixty-nine. There we are!" she exclaimed as she pushed the door open. Everyone pushed themselves forward through the door.