With Nup out of the way, at least for now, Jonnie got down to the business of seeing what could be done to halt the drone.
He drew off a bit to give his screens better play on it. It looked like a derelict! Here was a mark where an atomic bomb had hit it, there was a scar where possibly a plane had crashed into it leaving the charred remnants of oil and fuel. There a row of minute dents where surface-to-air or air-to-air missiles had struck it. But such marks were notable only for their stains, not for any damage they had done.
He flew the battleplane down under it. He looked at the big skids used for parking and storing. No joy there.
He brought the battleplane alongside it again. He felt like a hummingbird flapping along with a buzzard.
Probably when the last mission of this thing wa
