Chapter Eighteen
‘Drone out,’ Aviary said.
Her Russian short-range reconnaissance drone, shaped like a dragonfly and no larger than her hand, zipped from her open window and out toward the airbase. The sky was gray, making it hard for her to spot the white drone at a distance. She hoped that would help it avoid being spotted by any Purity personnel at the airbase.
With her thumbs on the controller’s sticks and her eyes on its video display, she pulled the drone over the forest and slowed it down until its single rotor was completely silent. Her display told her the drone was heading almost directly west.
They’d made a quick stop at a camping store for some extra paracord and a space blanket, and then a hardware store for an extensive screwdriver set Aviary needed for the Destiny drones
