The Sunshine Hour: Science Fiction

It was the sunshine hour for their shift, and so they trouped to the surface, their feet for once moving faster than the slow shuffle adopted after too much time underground, too much time where getting somewhere else meant nothing but more tedious work once there. They blinked their way into being able to see the light, and only slowly realized that something hovering above them blocked it. They squinted up like mole rats confronted with a fiery lion. Heat shimmered over its surface. A transport? Were more unfortunates joining them? Then the guards with the shock prods boiled out behind them, and--

Inspiration: Looking outside, where the sun is actually coming at a reasonable hour these days.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Meh. Boring, not really a unique story.