[ Exactly one occurrence of that electronic chirping is enough to put John on alert. Sight of the drone sends a wave of panic through him, one he hastily smothers down.
When it flees, he follows. There's a rifle slung over his back, and a handgun in the waistband of his jeans. He's acutely aware of their presence, but neither make it to his hand just yet. Instead he moves fast, careful to give himself the cover of a crowd, or the side of a building.
Finding himself facing Sam, of all people, at the end of that hunt, is the last thing he expected. He stares at the machine. ]
Basecamp - Redwing
When it flees, he follows. There's a rifle slung over his back, and a handgun in the waistband of his jeans. He's acutely aware of their presence, but neither make it to his hand just yet. Instead he moves fast, careful to give himself the cover of a crowd, or the side of a building.
Finding himself facing Sam, of all people, at the end of that hunt, is the last thing he expected. He stares at the machine. ]
It's yours? It was tailing me.