As dawn's light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room, Vince suddenly looked up from the device, a strange expression on his face.
"I've got something," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide with realization. "This device... it's not just a control unit. It's linked to a series of autonomous drones."
Greg straightened in his seat, alarm flashing across his face. "Autonomous drones? What kind of drones are we talking about?"
Vince tapped a few more keys on his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen. "The kind you don't want flying around unchecked. They're designed for surveillance, but they've got modification potential—like weaponizing them. And based on the encryption protocols I'm seeing here, Beltran has a whole fleet of them stashed somewhere."
