Whoever thought that the smaller drone's were any easier to control than their larger cousins was either an idiot. Or had never picked up a control rig in his lifetime, Probably both. Minidrones were agile, fast, and could easily get out of hand if you lost concentration for even a second. They could fly into a wall, Get crunched under a boot or wheel. Sometimes animals liked to take swats at them as they flew by. There were a lot of things to keep your eyes trained on to fly one of these things properly and out of any detection grid's notice. On top of all that, he was doing it twice.... At the same time. Trying to pilot two of his minidrones at once was a chore to say the least. But this way if one was caught then he could still get away with the information he needed. it was a risk, he could easily make a mistake with one of them but for the benefit of twice the vision range he was willing ot take that risk. 

As for whatever it was his compatriots were doing back in their hideout. He hardly gave a dam. As long as they were working and not bothering him with idle conversation or a never-ending stream of questions he supposed they could do whatever it is they wanted to do. 

Both of his precious dragonflies were zipping through the air trying to map out the complex that his team would be trying to break into. His van was parked in the farthest alley he could find from the Koch-huang complex while still trying to retain the fastest possible response time and the strongest connection to his machines. The Van itself was dark and any windows it had were heavily tinted to stop as much light as possible from coming through and affecting Thovren. His Doberman was set on an automated overwatch and kept it's assault rifle trained on the back door, ready to shoot the first humanoid shape that dared to break the lock and open the doors. The only real light in the vehicle was coming from his control rig and the glare from the AV goggles in his mask as he hunched over with his ass on the edge of his stool. 

What he saw through the eyes of his Drones was not exactly comforting. The company had at least a dozen men between the patrols and the standing guards on the roof and the two security towers manning the single fence gate in and out of the compound. Just to get in he had to pilot his drones over an electrically charged steel fence, tipped with a tight weave of Razorwire that he had no real desire to try and climb over. There was probably a handful more taking positions in the windows of the main building itself. He risked moving one of his drones closer to a security tower. He tried to avoid the gaze of the guard who would probably guess the dragonflies true purpose in a second. What he did see even from his darting movements did not make him feel any better than the fence. The guards in the tower unsurprisingly were armed to the teeth with and as he ducked to a safe position underneath the tower he noticed there was a hover drone with a fairly serious sub-machine gun that was currently inert and ready to deploy probably as soon as an alarm was triggered. Most likely the guards were carrying IFF signals to stop the drone from butchering everyone it saw. Only intruders. A quick move the other tower with his second drone told him that there was yet another drone in a similar standby position. 

he tried to take notice of patrol routes, timings. But if this company was any good it probably had it's men change such things on a weekly basis or less to throw off shadowrunners and thieves.

He decided to risk moving into the research building itself before at of the guards became to suspicious of the small darting forms moving through the air for the past ten minutes. For one he found an air exhaust vent and wasted no time in plunging the tiny drone down. With the other he found and open window and zoomed inside. Now things were really difficult. They weren't even on the same floor anymore so he had no shared landmarks to pilot both of his drones in semi-unison. He took a deep breath and split the singles from the control rig, letting each of his hands independently control one of the drones. This would be a true test of piloting. 

His bionic hand responded far easier to the task but it was still difficult. With the constricting hallways he had to really fight to find hiding places to hop to. Every now and again he had to kill the rotors on one of the dragonflies and rest it on top a vending machine or something similar if he thought a passing scientist or security guard was becoming curious of a strange noise or sight. This definatly wasn't a small building. And it went for at least two layers underground. One of the drones had the good fortune of entering through a vent and was able to stay relatively hidden. These vents were to small for anything larger than a maintenance robot, probably an intentional design on the part of Koch-Huang. it gave him and the team one less option of entry. 

He moved further and further along. One of his drones was entering increasingly risky territory. The one in th ventilation managed to work it's way into the first level of the underground but before it made a move through the ventilation grate Thovren heard something through the second drone's sensors. "Shit!" he yelled into darkness of his van. One of the scientists seemed to notice an odd metal glint in the air as Thovren made risky jump to another hiding spot while so focused on the other drone. Within moments There was a shout for security and Both dragonflies were put into full reverse and were zipping through the air with all speed for the nearest exits. He let the one in the vent's die down and focused both hands and all his attentions on getting the second one out fo that building. Security doors were being closed and he was barely managing to get through some fo them in time. 

"Dam. dam, dam, dam!" he was getting worried. He didn't want to destroy one of his precious drones but he may not have a choice in the matter. But as more and more doors closed he realized he may not have a choice. If they caught the drone they could trace back the signal, if they weren't already starting that process. there was only one thing to do and he hated the very idea of it with every fibre of his being. With a loud grunt He put the drone into full speed towards the farthest wall and reluctantly sent a signal to overload the circuits and effectively fry the entirety of the wiring and internal components while letting the momentum carry the drone headlong into the wall and crunch itself into a useless heap. Thankfully he was unable to see the effects or pain of his drone when the signal was cut out. 

He leaned back heavily against the workbench and removed his mask with a sigh. That was far to close of a call. And far to high a price to pay. Other people didn't understand how close one could become with their creations and drones. They were like pets only.... Better. More obedient and responsive. There wasn't a rigger alive who wouldn't feel a sense of loss at the death of one of those pets. 

he gave himself a minute or two before slipping the mask back on and repowering his first drone and piloting it back through the vents and towards home. Luckily most of the security attention seemed to be sweeping the hallways for any further drone activity. There was a maintenance drone or two that he passed. No doubt deployed to search the vents for him. But by the time they caught sight of him he was already past them and out of the vent's altogether. Once he was in the open it was next to impossible to detect a drone of that size and he flew as high as he possibly could. Ignoring the somewhat hazy signal from the altitude and making it's way back to the van where the doors were pushed open and a cybernetic hand was outstretched to delicately catch the drone from the air. He got some information back at least. it was better than nothing and he could always try again in a week when the security was a little more calmed again. 

For now though he moved himself to the drivers seat, jacked himself into the navigation and moved off with all speed towards the safehouse. He would need to law low for a few days at least after this incident.