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Pug leaned close to Autumn, watching the display on her phone.
She glanced at Pug and lifted a shoulder.
“Now put in two-d-two,” Pug said.
She did, then they both smiled as something appeared on her screen.
“I still got no Twitter?” Rigger said.
Autumn pointed her chin toward the stairway, and all four of them looked that way.
After a moment, a tiny creature came into view at the top of the stairs, fluttering near the ceiling.
“Donovan!” Rigger cried.
“Donovan?” Katrina asked.
Autumn returned her attention to her phone, watching the screen as she tilted her phone to control the tiny Dragonfly. The silent creature tilted forward and flew downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Donovan turned and fluttered sideways until it was only inches away from the grinning Rigger.
“Beautiful,” Rigger whispered. “But how— ”
Suddenly, Donovan’s wings faltered, and he dropped a few inches.
Pug reached in front of Autumn and held out his hand, palm up. “Set him down.”
Autumn clicked one key, then another.
Donovan settled down into Pug’s hand.
Autumn cut the power, and the wings went still.
“What is that thing?” Katrina asked.
“Shhh,” Autumn said, then lowered her voice. “It’s Rigger’s top secret project.”
“That little bug?”
Rigger reached to take the Dragonfly from Pug. “That little seven-million-dollar bug,” he said. “But not much of a secret anymore.” He glanced at Autumn. “How much flying time did you get on the battery?”
“Almost two hours.”
“Not bad, but how did you control it with your phone?”
“Donovan now has his own cell phone,” Pug said.
“We got the phone last night,” Autumn said. “Then Pug hacked the phone and wired it to your control box upstairs. Then we wrote an app for my Galaxy, using its accelerometer and gyroscope to control Donovan’s movements. So now all we have to do is call Donovan’s number, key in a few top-secret codes, and we get his audio and video on the phone we’re calling from. All you have to do is tilt your phone the way you want him to go.”
“No kidding?” Rigger asked. “Can I get it on mine?”
“Well, Donavan does have an unlisted number.”
“Great. The boys at the CIA will go nuts over this.”
“We might give them his number.” Autumn grinned at Rigger. “You ready to key it into your address book?”
Rigger nodded, and she read the number to him. He added it to his address book.
“You need to download the app,” Pug said.
“Okay.”
Pug gave him the instructions.
Rigger called Donovan’s number. “Password?” he asked.
“Clicker,” Autumn said.
Rigger keyed in the password. “Hey, take a look, Kat.” He turned his phone toward her so she could see the screen.
“Yep, there’s Autumn and Pug, sitting side-by-side,” Katrina said. “Where’s the camera?”
Pug turned Donavan to face Rigger and Katrina. “Two tiny video cameras for eyes.”
“They work pretty good for being so small,” Katrina said.
“Yes, they do,” Autumn said, “but transmitting the video back to the control box upstairs uses up the battery.”
“Type in one-h-one,” Pug said.
Rigger keyed in the command, and the video shut down.
Pug turned Donavan to his back and held him steady for Autumn.
She removed the old battery from a bracket on his belly and inserted a fresh one. “We soldered a battery holder to his stomach to make it easy to change batteries.”
“Good idea,” Rigger said.
“Okay,” Autumn said. “Now call his number again.”
Rigger dialed his number as Pug set the Dragonfly on the table.
After the call connected, Rigger got Donovan’s video signal on his phone’s screen. “Now what?”
“Wait a minute,” Autumn said, “it’s not going to work with his phone. You’ve got to have at least a Galaxy S-five model, because it has the tilt sensors.”
“Right,” Pug said. “Rig, you’ll have to get a new phone. But for now, use Autumn’s.”
“All right. I’ll get a new phone later today.”
Autumn handed her phone to him.
“Key in two-d-two,” Pug said. “Then you control him by tilting left, right, forward, and backward.”
Soon, Donavan’s wings began to flutter, and he lifted off the table. He turned in a slow circle as he flew up near the ceiling.
“This is a lot better than those two joysticks we were using,” Rigger said. “What’s the range?”
“We flew him all the way to the kitchen this morning,” Autumn said.
“Go open the front door,” Rigger said.
Pug went to open the door, and Rigger maneuvered Donovan out into the hallway. He turned the Dragonfly to the left as he watched the video on his phone.
“Follow him, Pug,” Rigger said. “Let’s see how far he can go.”
“Okay,” Pug said. “Hey, someone’s getting off the elevator.”
Rigger watched the video and raised Donovan up near the ceiling of the hallway, where he set him to hovering. “Let’s see if they notice him,” Rigger said to Autumn and Katrina.
A man and lady stepped off the elevator, then came along the hallway, eying the grinning Pugsley.
Rigger rotated Donavan to keep the couple on video. They didn’t notice the tiny insect at all.
The couple went into the apartment across from Rigger’s front door, then Rigger turned Donovan back the other way to fly toward the elevators, with Pug following along. A little way beyond the elevators, the signal from Donovan began to fade.
Rigger turned around the tiny aircraft to come back toward his apartment.
Autumn went to the door. “Where did he turn around?” she asked Pug.
“About ten yards past the elevators,” Pug said.
“And maybe twenty yards from here to the elevators,” Autumn said. “Plus another twenty-five or so, up to the control box in his room. His range is about fifty yards. Not bad for a little critter like him.”
Pug followed Donovan back inside. “If we can change to a higher frequency, I think we can improve the range.”
Rigger set Donovan down in Katrina’s outstretched hands. “He’s a cute little guy,” she said. “But what does the CIA want him to do?”
“He’ll be carried to a particular area by a larger drone,” Rigger said, “then released to flutter around a missile site or a terrorist training camp. The theory is, no one will pay any attention to a Dragonfly flitting around. His video and audio signals will be relayed through the mother-ship circling high above, then back to headquarters.”
“What happens if his battery goes dead while he’s on his spy mission?”
“He has an incendiary device that’ll trigger automatically when his battery goes dead,” Rigger said. “But if he docks with his mother-ship before he runs out of energy, the incendiary will be disabled.”
“Too bad he doesn’t have a tiny machine gun,” Pug said.
“Um…”
“Don’t tell me he has a gun.” Katrina looked at the belly of the Dragonfly.
“No,” Rigger said. “But I’m working on a weapon.” He looked at Autumn.
She laughed. “Does it involve a carnivorous fish or poison frog slime?”
“Frog slime.”
* * * * *
“Can I ask something, Mama?” Katrina asked Rachel as they sat in Rigger’s living room, while Rigger, Autumn, and Pug were upstairs, working on the Dragonfly.
“Uh-huh,” Rachel answered as she played with Henry, her Barbie doll.
“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, baby, but you know I’m a cop, and I would really like to find out who done that bad thing to your mom and dad.”
Rachel stopped playing with the doll, then looked down at the floor and shook her head.
“That’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it. Come here and give me a big hug.”
Rachel put down her doll and crawled into Katrina’s lap. She held the girl close, resting her cheek on the child’s head.
“I love you, Rachel.”
“I love you, too, Miss Kat.”
They were both quiet for a while, then Rachel said, “I still have bad dreams.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
“At the orphanage, sometimes at night I wake up crying, and Sister lets me sleep with her.”
“You like Sister Suzanne?”
Rachel nodded.
“I like her, too. She’s nice.”
“Why did they do that to Mommy and Daddy?”
“I don’t know, but the first thing I’m going to ask when I catch them is why they hurt my best friend’s mommy and daddy.”
“Then what will you do to them?” Rachel looked up at Katrina.
Katrina swallowed. After a moment, she said, “I’m going to put them in jail for a long, long time. Lock them up in a hole with all the rats and spiders.”
Rachel smiled and rested her head on the woman’s breast. “The man had on an ugly face thing.”
Katrina waited, letting the girl go on at her own pace.
“He danced funny, acting like the woman, but he didn’t have a knife like she did. And every little minute, he would do this...” Rachel slipped from Katrina’s lap and made a motion with her elbows as she stood before her.
