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Anton was amazed at the equipment Bosley and his brilliant wife, Vika, had brought with them to investigate the Majik Juice mystery at Summit Beverage Corporation. The drone was practically silent when hovering just a few feet away from them and invisible less than ten feet away. As cool as the drone was, its cargo was even more amazing.
Four walnut-sized spider-bots, each with two small cameras wired for sound, walked across the ground toward the drone on their wiry metal legs. Vika landed the drone on the ground and shut it off. The spider-bots walked in a line, all controlled by Bosley, using a laptop computer and a joystick to make them move in unison. One by one, he made them climb onto the drone and latch themselves to its body.
“It’s the only way to fly,” said Bosley, strai
