Book 2: Chapter 22: Fallout
Bob
December 2173
Delta Eridani
“Archimedes.”
Archimedes stopped in mid-step and looked wildly around. “Bawbe?”
I cancelled the camouflage on the drone for a moment so he could locate it. He grunted an acknowledgement and settled carefully to the ground to sit, leaning against a tree. I brought the drone down to eye level, then re-engaged the camouflage.
“I don’t think you’re going to be allowed back.” The statement was delivered in a low voice, without looking at the drone. “Since you were banished, there have been no attacks.”
“That’s because I’ve killed six hippogriffs so far that were heading your way,” I replied. I was irritated, and I let it show in my tone.
Archimedes looked at the drone, eyes wide. “You’re still protecting us?”