Chapter Thirty-Seven
A swarm of Dragonfly recon drones—shaped like tiny arrows—whined through the treetops above Nasira. She lay still on the forest floor, breathing slowly.
‘They got night vision?’ Nasira whispered.
‘We have to assume they do,’ Damien said.
Great, she thought. That means I’m gonna stand out like a radioactive terrorist.
She turned onto her back and put her hands behind her head, pretending for a moment to be admiring the green ribbons of the Aurora Borealis as they glittered above the forest. One of the Dragonflies hovered right above her. She didn’t move, didn’t try to use her monocular. She could only just see it against the green sky, but she could damn well hear it.
‘It’s watching me,’ Nasira said, just loud enough for her microphone to transmit.
The Dragonfly
