Chapter 7: Spy drone

Back at their base, the team gathered around as Miguel meticulously analyzed the drone they had found. His fingers danced over the controls, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"This drone has a microphone," Miguel announced, his voice tinged with excitement. "It also needs a battery, which we have. I think we can use it to spy on the enemy."

Major Dalton leaned in, his interest piqued. "Get it working, Miguel. This could give us a significant advantage."

After a few more minutes of adjustments, the drone whirred to life. Miguel expertly guided it into the air, sending it towards the enemy base. The team crowded around the terminal, listening intently as the microphone picked up conversations from their rivals.

They heard Major Dexter's voice first, calm and authoritative. "We have to be patient," he said. "We're not going to attack. Let them come to us."

There was a murmur of disagreement from the enemy soldiers. One voice rose above the rest. "The best defense is a good offense. We can't just sit here doing nothing. We need to explore and attack."

The murmurs grew louder, with more soldiers voicing their agreement. The dissenting soldier pressed on. "If you won't lead us, Dexter, we'll choose someone who will."

The tension in the enemy camp was palpable, even through the drone's microphone. Major Dexter, clearly struggling to maintain control, finally relented. "Fine. We'll explore and prepare to attack. But we need to be strategic about it."

The team listened as Dexter laid out his revised plan, detailing how they would scout the area before launching an offensive.

Kile looked at Dalton, his face serious. "We need to be ready. They're planning to come for us."

Dalton nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "We'll prepare our defenses. But first, let's get the drone back."

Miguel carefully navigated the drone back towards their base. Just as it neared their perimeter, it clipped a tree branch and crashed to the ground with a loud thud. The noise was unmistakable.

"Damn it," Miguel muttered.

Back at the enemy base, the crash had not gone unnoticed. Soldiers poured out of their positions, searching for the source of the sound. They quickly found the downed drone.

Major Dexter picked up the drone, his expression grim. "So, you heard it all... Looks like we have to change our plans." With that, he aimed his weapon and shot the drone, silencing it for good.

At their base, the team's screen went dark as the drone's feed was cut off. Dalton stood up, his expression resolute. "Alright, we know their intentions. It's time to fortify our position and prepare for their attack."

Kile nodded, the weight of the situation settling in. "Let's get to work. We're not going down without a fight."

The team sprang into action, each member focused on their tasks. They reinforced their defenses, set traps, and devised strategies to counter the impending assault.