After riding in silence for a while, Tom suddenly heaved himself out of his seat, moved across the cabin, and slid into a tiny bucket in front of a stripped-down drone control station. Andy had seen similar set-ups in the tech bays at Telestrian, so he could tell what Tom was doing as he activated switches and entered commands. He was calling in a relay from a reconnaissance drone. When the picture brightened the screen, Andy saw that the drone was hovering above the continuing melee on the bridges. No one on the bridges or far shore was bothering it; they were all far too busy. At Tom’s command, the drone focused closer on the interface between the soldiers in their gray and black camo uniforms and the motley riot of colors that was their opponents.