Aboard Junebug“Y
ou’re recording all this, right?” Shake peered over Mike Stokey’s shoulder trying not to jostle him as he flew the Scout on a second pass over Cayo Piedra, in the opposite direction. So far the little UAV was performing beautifully, and Mike was proving to be a skilled hand at the controls.
Stokey pointed at a blinking green light at the bottom corner of the LED screen. “It’s all going onto the disc. Even if we lost the Scout, we’d still have the images.” He brought the drone around into a sweeping turn and set up for the north to south run. “Did you see the two guys walking on the bridge?”
“Yep, couple of officers—or at least one of them was. I saw the sentry salute.”
“I’m ready for the next pass, Get the sketch and I’ll call what I’m seeing here.”
Shake reached for
