The agents that had zeroed in on Daisy were suddenly scattered, their heads swinging left and right as they tried to prioritize the threats and their own well-being. Daisy was doing her best to avoid a direct collision with the swarming hive so when one made straight for her she almost gave him a chop to the neck before he revealed his face. Without stopping to think, she followed after him, the same domino of explosions falling into the valley from the west, dividing the the attention of the AIM agents once again.
Daisy stopped, though, catching the back of the ugly suit the General wore to halt his single-minded retreat and divert his path. Agents swarmed around them, darting in every direction, panicked. In the flickering, hot light of the fires, washing the dark hills in orange, Daisy could see great, hulking shadows climbing over the hill, drawn by the noise and the heat. As one swung its massive head to the side and opened its mouth, Daisy swore she could count teeth. They weren't getting out that way.