Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161223031740

Zanipher took the broken drone and turned it over in her hands. No markings, this was no government device specially crafted for a surveillance state. This was a toy, bought online probably, for some amateur film project. So what did that say about the people who were following her?

They were operating outside the law. It was obvious enough, given that people would object to being watched by the government. There were only two groups who would do such a thing:

Criminals, and Hunters.

There was no way anyone could have picked up on who she was, or at least, not until she'd run into Diaboli. At the very least, she would need to track down the footage and destroy all traces of it.

Zanipher examined the UAV again. Standard model, probably cost a few hundred Lien. Range of about 1000 feet. Here was the million dollar question. Did it carry all footage on itself, or was it transmitting video to the operator, wherever he or she was?

But how did someone know to follow her? She thought back to all the incidents she had gotten involved in in the last six months, anything that could have given away her identity. And there was one that stood out: the involvement with Fen's short-lived Beacon team.

Zan was thinking frantically, pushing back the urge to swear and smash the thing in her hands. But the Bluthardt were their allies now, and they had access to military grade activity, so why would they use a generic store-bought device to spy on her when they could ask for a meeting in person? It had to be someone else.

She took a deep breath to regain her composure, and held the drone to eye level, gazing squarely into its one black lense.

"If it's something you want in particular, I'd suggest you approach me in person unless you'd prefer for us to flush you out myself," she drawled.

"Especially if it's something that has to do with FenHong Se Suzhen?"

Zanipher let the crippled vehicle topple out of her palm and onto the concrete, where it clattered as plastic bits shattered off.

"I'm afraid we may be done here, Diaboli. I do believe this is a personal matter from here on out."