Chapter 41 – Encroachment
The Arm's mobile field unit – that giant, slick black motorhome with all the technological advancements as the space shuttle – had found a perfect staging area on a large patch of flat farmland between two old barns at an abandoned cattle ranch. It was southwest of down and accessed only by a meandering chain of gravel roads that may or may not be plowed or maintained during the harsh winter months. The fields were still lined with rows of barbed wire fence, although much of the fencing had been knocked down or lost in growing bramble and brush.
Several military style tents had been erected near the barns, with thick electrical cables running from a generator vehicle that powered everything. Within the tents, the drone pilots had stationed themselves to record their vehicles' actions and live-feed that information.