Throttle— yaw, pitch. “Yeah. Roll, roll. Hey, punk, roll left! We almost hit that.” A sharp voice scolded at full volume. The drone skimmed past a tree by a hair. “Ah—damn, you little—! Do you know how much that costs? You gonna pay if it gets smashed, huh?” “Mmm, sorry, sorry.” “My life is fucking legendary—teaching a newbie bastard to...
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