Conner removed his phone and sent a message. Two minutes later the discharge whine of large Dyson engines grew above them, and a weather-beaten aerial transport dropped from the gray sky. It appeared a low-resolution version of the police Hopper—crude and unaerodynamic, built for load carrying and reliability. Its four engines kicked up a cloud of stinging grit as it settled. The battered body was empty apart from two rows of black plastic seats. Conner climbed into the front, while Alice sat behind him next to Xavi.