The Tracker Drones were just the tip of the iceberg. As Guzman finished taking down the last of the fliers, he spotted the ground troops marching into the housing zone. He checked the time on his Zen watch and found it was well past 3 A.M. Now it made sense why the machines were returning to the surface in droves. The Silent Hours had come to an end.
Squads of XL11 robots were marching down the street, while packs of Zaphounds were sweeping the alleys. Reavers were emerging from every direction, supported by field repair drones. Wherever Guzman looked, he saw machines. It was an overwhelming infantry force, supported by hundreds of Neutralizers and Swarmers. It was clear that the machines were trying to fortify the housing zone by sending in additional troops.
