At least something in Olivetti’s command was still functioning. Half a block away, the sprawled-starfish shape of a Steel Lynx wheeled drone squatted in the street, temporarily halted in overwatch while First Team advanced. This drone and its controller, call sign Gold Autumn, had proven themselves the best tele-operated unit in Tom’s task force, and it was the only one still running. The drone’s turret swiveled slightly, adjusting its angle of fire to clear the troops it was supporting. Or was there more to it?