The drivers moved into the field slowly. The Skoda struggled up a gentle but muddy and deeply rutted entrance to the field. The motorcyclist had to fight to keep his machine upright but the two big four wheel drive SUVs made light work of the terrain and all vehicles were quietly parked facing the exit back on to the road.
Rob turned to Ryan who was sitting in the back seat of the car, bathed in the vivid green glare from the screen showing the view from the hovering drone.
“Can you do me a recce of the outside of the house Ryan, back and front?”
“Sure, here we go.”
Ryan piloted the drone back to the house, carefully avoiding the branches of the large trees as they dipped and swung in the wind. He showed Rob the front of the house where a black Range Rover Sport and the Mercedes Sprint
