"…Are you sure that it's safe for you to go out?" Cynthia asked anxiously.
"Our engineers already confirmed that the drone can't hold any explosives by the footage I've sent, I'll be right down once more to get you, hm?"
Cynthia was still troubled, "But it has a camera, they can take pictures of you,"
George didn't have the heart to tell her that whoever sent the drone must've known exactly who was down in the bunker.
"A barking dog doesn't bite," Dimitri interjected as he walked and stood closer to Cynthia, "They won't choose a model where the camera is the first thing you notice if their goal was to take pictures,"
"…Another message then," she said, remembering what they talked about with Garcia in his office.
George picked up his vibrating phone, silenced it, and then placed it back inside his trousers, "It's him again," he complained with bored eyes.
The detective has been calling George relentlessly for some time now.
