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lake for at least a couple of hours. Through the woods. In the dark. Milo swallowed. At least my phone has a flashlight.
The night darkened as he turned off the road on to a woodland path. High up in the trees, a night bird screeched, sending Milo’s heart booming. It’s probably just a stupid owl... He was regaining his composure when he heard a dull, mechanical buzzing sound, too quiet to be a helicopter, too loud to be a bumblebee. Looking up, he spotted four blue lights glowing faintly by the treetops.
He breathed a sigh of relief. It’s just one of Nu Co.’s drones. Wait... Is Dad keeping tabs on me after what happened this morning? Milo reckoned he’d have to inspect the soles of his shoes later for a tracking device. At least he cares, I guess.
The surveillance drone drifted down for a closer look when it was abruptly snatched out of the air by a large, stripy owl. Milo jumped in alarm.
The owl swooped behind an evergreen, the
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