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[/row][/table][color=f49ac2]"Ohey, thanks dude!"[/color] SIGINT never minded more people not shooting at her — if there was ever a time to [i]not[/i] be picky about making friends, it was now. With blondie's help, she was able to get into the back of the car along with the doggified drone corpse. [color=f49ac2]"Not sure what's going to happen after this, to be honest, I'm just glad to not be dead. Stuff like this is magnetic, I guess. One person pulls out a gun in an intersection, and you suddenly find out everyone's packing heat. Or...wrist-mounted grenade launchers."[/color]

Well, that certainly didn't [i]not[/i] count as heat.

[color=f49ac2]"Now, then..."[/color] With the destroyed drone in her lap, SIGINT ran a finger across its sleek surface with a maniacal grin, just a bit of drool coming from the corner of her mouth. Her focus on Marco was gone, completely tunneled onto the device that she now shared the back seat of a car with. [color=f49ac2]"This is [i]your[/i] fault, you know, Melvin...you didn't wanna talk to me. See what happens when you ignore a girl's texts...?"[/color]

 
She could signal any device with her neural implant, but whether or not the device responded was another matter. Most civilian devices had ports open for diagnostics and maintenance, or were already part of known botnets. Something like a military drone, though, was a different matter. An autonomous device made for such a purpose would be inaccessible through such obvious channels. And if the machine didn't talk back, there wasn't much that SIGINT could do in terms of hacking.

But, what if she [i]was[/i] the drone? Once she had a 'trusted' signature on her signal, it was a different story. In order to obtain the ability to interfere with this kind of device, she had to access the gun-toting machine physically, not wirelessly.

On her own, it would be impossible. But with Colin and Marco's combined help, that insurmountable condition had come well within her reach.

 
Fingering around where the skin of the drone had been peeled back, she eventually found the small transponder, still in workable condition, but lacking a power source. Licking her lips at the machine's insides, SIGINT reached to the back of her neck, and from under her hair, with a small [i]click[/i], pulled out a snake-like wire with a universal plug on the end. [color=f49ac2]"Are you ready, Melvin?"[/color] Her glasses were tilted slightly, as she twirled the wire about with her fingers, before sliding it underneath the drone's covering. With little resistance, the plug entered the transponder's jack smoothly.

Once she was plugged into the drone, she gently ran a hand over it, lowering her head and resting her cheek on its aluminum-alloy surface. [color=f49ac2]"Come on, Melvin...talk to me...you can't ignore me when we're like this, can you?"[/color] She cooed and pleaded to the disabled machine, [color=f49ac2]"Teach me the language you use...I want to use it to talk to all of your friends, you know...?"[/color]

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One by one, the rest of the drones began to fall. One careened into a wall. Another took a sharp nosedive into the water. And after that, the remaining machines flying in the air simply fell down to the ground, tumbling across the concrete or making splashes in the canal.

After just a few seconds, [i]drone support was gone[/i].