Predator Eyes Of The Demon 48

Something spooked the avian, and it took flight. A proximity sensor tripped in R'Kyn's bio-helmet display. She fancied it might be the Aberration returning, but saw to her annoyance it was a drone, and not hers, circling her position. Somebody was persistent.

"So, I'm looking at a parrot?" Trinh was in the drone control annex, staring dubiously over Quinn's shoulder.

The baby-faced drone pilot sported a Powerpuff Girls tee, her afro cocooned in a silk wrap. A plastic '60s-era Godzilla scowled grumpily alongside her Piccolo avionics station monitor, currently live-feeding a parakeet taking flight. Emma Quinn's brow creased.

"Nah, he's just livin' his best life. This is the feed off Louie, Drone Three, right opposite the target. I keep sweepin' this one roof, 'cause...well, I can't shake the feeling somebody... something, is up there? Only I'm seeing squat, and it's kinda drivin' me nuts."

She tugged at her T-shirt collar, blew out her cheeks.

"Jeez-Italy? How is there no concept of A.C. here?"

"Try infra-red?" Trinh queried.

"Tap-danced the spectrum," nodded Quinn."Zippo."-pg.269-270 chpt.10