That was when the spotlight clicked on. We both froze like possums caught in vehicle headlights. I heard a whirring noise and raised one arm—slowly—to shield my eyes from the bright glare of halogen light. A few meters away, a surveillance drone hung at about chest height. Rotors held it aloft, their engines muted to the point where they were little more than a whirring whisper. I hadn’t even heard it coming—perhaps the explosion had temporarily glitched my cyberear. The thing moved slightly, positioning itself equidistant from Rafael and I. A second spotlight on the drone clicked on—one for each of us.