They moved low and fast, edging down to skim the tree-tops, feeling the tickle of douglas fir needles as they blew past. Theo’s voice crackled over the com, "Bogey at ten o’clock." He highlighted the target on the tactical overlay—an Aztechnology Cheetah class drone, a remote-rigged unit that was no match for the Falcon speedwise, but could turn on a credstick, and maneuvered through trees and canyons like a cockroach through dirty dishes.