Bobby started covering every possible tract, both forensically and with other evidence of the possibility of someone alive in the landing of the teleporter chamber crash-landing on the island.
In fact, he was so adept at it that he even began to take care of the smallest leaves and twigs that his footsteps stepped on them, the odor, and that's when he began making adjustments to the AI attached to the half-cut semi-circular, polygonal shape teleporter.
He even copied some data that was collected by the AI of his vehicle recently, trying to pin it as just a distress call.
"Done!" exclaimed Bobby, and he left the place and walked toward a nearby bush and climbed up on a tall tree, and sat leisurely as he waited for the arrival of those scouting from the nearest Angels Troops.
