Those words silenced whatever doubts remained.
Sunshine looked at her husband with a flash of quiet pride before turning to the comms officers. "Have your drones pick up one box of the cream and one box of radio batteries each. Drop five boxes in each of the territories."
"Yes, ma'am," Carson replied immediately. Within seconds, drones lifted off the ground_ buzzing softly as they latched onto boxes.
Their metallic shells reflected the pale morning light as they ascended like a swarm of controlled machines, disciplined and purposeful. They hovered for a moment, receiving coordinates, then shot off through the small gate.
Carson watched them go, still chewing his lip. "Avoid the watchers," he muttered. "We are racing against time here."
