The remnants of the drones innards were pretty sorched.
Flea was expecting a few bullet holes and moderate internal damage, maybe a few broken Opitcal boards, but this looked like it had self destructed, melting circuit boards and frying its own servoes.
All apart from one unidentifiable part; branded Renraku.
The hairs on her neck stood up as far as they possibly could. This couldn't be a coincidence...
This had to be something to do with dad....
Flea grabbed the ammunition belt, noticing the drone had been loaded with non-lethal rounds and breathed a sigh of relief. Having seen what these rubber rounds did to protesters in Korea, she was glad she took it down before it had chance to fire again. She didnt fancy having to do a "job" with a broken nose and welts the size of apples all over her.
Flea stuffed the ammunition belt into her jacket pocket and jogged over to others, who were making their way towards the soycaf machine. Cuco had beaten them all to it and the warm smell made Flea realise how thirsty she was.
Catching up to Puppeteer and Alex, she spoke in a low voice to both of them.
"I dont know if this helps us in the negotations, but that drone had Renraku markings inside. It was also loaded with non-lethal ammunition. In the interest of open-ness, my family has 'History' with Renraku. My father died in their service and I never received one scrap of information as to why."
As they stepped out into the light of the main hangar, Flea checked her commlink for matrix connection and initiated her helmet GPS to get some idea of where they were; hopefully now they were free of that faraday cage-like prison she could at least get a rough satellite fix.
The hangar was immense in size, you could easily get an intercontinental aircraft in here. Flea scanned around the walls, soaking up the details and sweeping her range finder onto the different surfaces to get an idea of the scale of the building.
However big the hangar was, it made the prison look tiny in comparison. It was almost comical to think of the fear that place had put into her just minutes before.
The soycaf smelt so good, but a nagging suspicion about her 'hosts' lay in her mind...