Holding his breath, Jonathan nudged the drone closer to the dizzying precipice. His doubts resurfaced, but he shook them off. I can do this. The perfect shot is within reach. The drone inched nearer the crashing surf. Jonathan’s eyes never left the screen. But then he suddenly felt the aircraft yanked sharply to the right.
“No, no, no!” Jonathan shouted in dismay as the drone spiraled out of control. The screen went black—he’d lost the signal. Now the drone was at the wind’s mercy, lost in the gathering storm.