"This place will be good enough to distract them away from the base!"
John stood alone in the heart of the fog, positioned at the far south-eastern zone of his territory. He was surrounded by a swirling, white world of fog that seemed to swallow everything, yet his inventory was packed with the thousands of noisy mechanical devices Luke and Elena had brought to him. He had picked this spot with purpose in mind. It was the furthest point from his base while remaining close to where his real enemies were.
Per Reody's forecast, the black clouds would take roughly an hour to fully occlude the sky and begin the rain of lightning. John hadn't wasted a single second of that window. He had been running at his top speed, his lungs burning and his heart hammering against his chest like a trapped bird.
