Firefight

> > The wall to my right melted in a burst of heat, revealing a shadowy form beyond.

> > [...]

Unfortunately, as I’d been struggling, a good two dozen drones had unclipped from the ceiling—where they’d been disguised as panels—and hovered down on propellers. I hadn’t been nearly as safe in here as I’d assumed, though for now their attention was focused on a figure that stepped through the slag of the wall: a man made entirely of flames, his figure the deep red of molten rock. Firefight had arrived.

> > [...]

> > It fooled the drones—indeed, I could feel the heat coming from the melted wall, and could smell smoke in the air.

Pg 33-34 Chapter 5