My Predator System

Chapter 80

Mister Gunderson glanced at him and he fooled around reading posters and walked past him. "Morning sir."

"It's afternoon." He said.

"It was a military greeting but good to know." He retorted and pursed his lips leaving.

"Anderson." Mister Gunderson watched the bee beelining toward him and onwards. "I'd be careful if I were you."

...

He hobbled along after that, it was his last shift for the week. The sun was setting and gardeners worked on the shrub hedges, cutting out the flowers and one of the staff stopped a kid from snatching apples from a tree. He stretched after a hard day's work, staring at the remainder of bees stalking, he took slow deep breaths, Mister Gunderson was acting a little stranger than he was before. Drifting past them, he glanced up at the sky and saw a thick black smog moving in one specific direction, which was toward him.

He took cover and his system closed in on them, calculating.

[ Africanized honey bees: known for their aggressive nature, though few death