At exactly one-thirty in the afternoon, a helicopter’s blades beat down on Finn and Anonymous on the rooftop. Slowly and deliberately, the copter alighted. The two stayed hidden behind the small entrance.

When the copter was settled, the door cracked open and a two men jumped out, blank jackets covering their backs. No telling who these guys were, they were anonymous. No pun intended.

The first man rolled the back door of the copter open to reveal heaps of clear cylinders, exactly the same kind that housed the floating teenagers below. In fact, these cylinders had the same cargo. Finn squealed. Anonymous clapped a hand over his mouth. As soon as the men had disappeared into the tower with the capsules, Anonymous let go.

“That was me, Anonymous! One of those tanks was me!” Finn squeaked, terrified.

Anonymous gestured back towards the copter, but Finn wasn’t paying attention.

“I mean, what the heck was that thing?” he shouted.

Anonymous pointed up as the pilot loomed over them.