Desperately working the controls, Jonathan scanned the darkening skies as raindrops pelted his face. Come on, where are you? He had to get the drone back before it was destroyed or washed out to sea.
Just when Jonathan was ready to abandon hope, the display abruptly blinked back to life. “Yes!” he cried out as the drone’s camera feed reappeared through static. The aircraft was being battered haphazardly over the forest, far from the cliffs.