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Tyrell leaned back in the shade of the Dodger. He had his back against the cushioned seat and his feet propped up on the other end of the circular seating around the cockpit. Makayla was piloting while he checked through the pictures he had just uploaded. They were easier to see now that the sun wasn’t glaring on the screen.
Earlier, he helped Makayla snap on the cover over the cockpit to give them some protection from the sun. It was another beautiful day. He looked up, staring out at the coastline again. How she did it, he didn’t know, but they had zigzagged until it came back into view. She had made a comment a few minutes ago that the wind was shifting around again.
He glanced back down at his phone, sliding the earbuds he’d had in his pocket into his ears. He was editing the vid
