CRASH!
A massive crate slammed into the earth two meters beside him, throwing up a wall of dust,
"What the?!" Kestrel shouted, frantically squinting his eyes to get a better look at the source of the rumbling.
From the treeline, Shogo appeared with a mask on, casually eating a rice ball with one hand, the other holding a golf club like a baseball bat.
"YO YO YO YOO," He said through a mouthful. "Drone season's open."
Kestrel backed up, his voice shaken from surprise. "You! Who are you?"
Shogo smiled, though it couldn't be seen.
"Your creepy little recon op ends now," he said, pointing at him with the rice ball. "I know Serica's pretty, but damn, have some restraint, brother." He took another bite of the rice ball before continuing, mouth full. "Hand over the drone and maybe I'll let you go…"
Kestrel smirked. "I'm just sightseeing. Photography isn't illegal." He took a step back, fully aware escape was impossible.
