Aha, so the spy gets spied on for a change, I thought with a sense of satisfaction I will not try to deny
Nachum was not mistaken.
The drone’s mini propellers spun until it was directly above him. Slowly, it began to descend until it was eye level with him in his wheelchair. Then, it dropped two packages onto his lap before beginning to fly upward. We watched it disappear into the night sky.
“That was cool,” I said. “But what are those packages? Are they safe to open?”
My roommate was holding one to each ear. “I have already determined that they’re not explosive. The next question is whether they contain poison.” He sniffed them. “I think they’re fine, but if I start reacting, Rosen, kindly call MADA immediately.”
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