At the base of operations

Harley jumped down on to the floor,she was the last drone out of the van.

She found herself in a dim lit garage, all around her vans were pulling up and groups of drones jumped out into the garage.

Whoever this woman was she had amassed herself quite a sizeable army. Seemly with little to no knowledge of the authorities.

A blonde haired female drone walked passed her and went back into the van. The blonde signalled for Harley to follow suit.

Harley clambered back into the van her leather gloves gripping onto the metal hand rail as she heaved herself up.

The drone was busy in front of one of the tank in the van, Harley tried to copy what she was doing with the tank closest to her.

The blonde drone had drained the yellow liquid from the tank and now was unfolding a uniform like the ones they both wore.

Harley pressed the same button and her tank began to drain,she found a uniform folded up next to the tank and began to unfold.

The two tanks opened up and the sweet smell of doughnuts once again filtered through Harley's mask and into her nose.

She found it so intoxicating she, almost missed the drone handing the naked person in the tank the uniform.

Harley did the same with her charge, a brown hair man. Harley studied the man's body. He was muscular enough by no means the greatest specimen of human kind.

There was no evidence why he was targeted for capture, probably just to slow to run away.

Other drones had returned to the van and did the same to the remaining tanks and Harley watched as the man put on the uniform. He stood in front of in the yellow and black overalls paired with the black leather gloves.

The other drones marched their charges out of the van and once again Harley copied.

The drones and the captured people walking across the garage and into a door at the far side of the room.

Harley followed the leader until they came to a room that looked like a cinema room. The captives were led to the seats and the rest of the drones left.

As they sat down restraints came out of the chairs locking them in place. One coming from the back snapping around the necks forcing them to continue to look forward at all times.

A video began to play on the screen.

Harley thought she should leave and follow the other drones.

But this could be a clue for the case. She might learn something from the video.