“No,” Agnarsson hissed. “It’s that damned drone! It took out the gun.”
Suddenly defense laser control toned and a synthesized voice blared: “Engaging target. Engaging target. Engaging- Contact lost.” Short seconds later the station was jolted again, though this blow was much weaker than the first.
“What happened?” Sandra yelled over the commotion. Agnarsson couldn’t answer. All he could see was that the camera feed on the south end of the observation tower had gone dead, while the one facing to the west showed movement: two gray shadows bouncing on the waves, long frothy wakes stretching out behind them.
“The boats are coming,” he said.