TABBY NEEDED TO THINK of something to offer Abner, some bit of advice, but she was running out of material. She eyed the drone. He'd removed some of the inner compartments, making room for the drone to carry more. But more what? Was it too much to hope that he'd underestimated how much the additional stuff might weigh? If the drone were loaded down too much, it wouldn't reach its peak altitude.
An EMP set off at a lower altitude would cause damage, of that she had no doubt, but not the wider-scale disaster she'd feared. Then again, they still didn't know exactly what Abner was planning. It was all guesswork.
"Father? Father!" Rodney rushed back into the room.
"You can't run around yelling," Abner snapped.
"Someone's coming, up the back way. Two trucks." The boy's wide, fearful eyes mad
