“C’mon, hold it together,” he urged under his breath. The drone spiraled drunkenly, tilting at a nauseating angle. Jonathan’s knuckles whitened as he clenched the remote tighter. One fatal crash could doom his future.
With a desperate heave, he wrenched the drone level again. Its lights flashed erratically as it hovered against the dark skies. Jonathan let out a shaky breath. That was too close. But he couldn’t quit now. The perfect shot was still out there somewhere.