Book Four: Chapter 127

“I need to find that one that fell,” Dana told her, then picked up her laptop and slid it into her messenger bag. “See if we can pull any data off of it.”

“Let’s go!” Quetzalli pointed her stick over the jungle in the general direction the drone had fallen. While the dragon was no good to her in tracking the drones over any distance, once they were close enough, she could pinpoint any internal circuitry that still carried a current. “Are you interested in hearing how hail is formed?”

Dana almost said no, but nodded instead. “Sure am.” If Quetzalli started on weather formations, it meant that Dana wouldn’t have to hold up her part of the conversation.

They began the long trek down the trail that took them to the jungle floor. This area was burned into Dana’s mind, she had traveled it so many times. She was also grateful that she didn’t get tired, because the trip back up took time and energy, and she sometimes had to do it a few times a day if her luck with the dron