“Entering dead-zone.” Cicero chirped as the drone hovered over the section of Angel Falls known as the North End. Of particular interest was a small shopping center it’s camera focused in on. Several large machines had been scanned inside, and they must be the source of the cellular jamming signal.
“Uplink with the satellite.” the Operator commanded.
The shopping center looked quite typical from the exterior. The majority of the shops were vacant with lease signs in the windows. There was a coffee joint on the end of the strip, near the intersection. It had a steady stream of young clientele, most likely college students from the nearby Angels Fall University.
The drone was a small VTOL model, that the Operator had designed personally. Not much larger than a toy remote controlled helicopter. It was minimal, stripped down, when compared to what he was used to using. Yet if he wanted to keep a low profile it was perfect. Small, and silent.
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