With a flick of her fingers, she signaled her lead scout to release one of the tiny, fly-sized drones he carried. It hovered for a second, a momentary...break in the cloud cover causing it to sparkle like a tiny jewel. Then, with what she knew was a tinny, almost inaudible buzz, though she was too far away to hear it, it darted forward and was lost from sight.With a touch to her forearm controls, she had one lens of her goggles go to a 60/40 split view with the take from the drone occupying the. . and he thinks I did this to myself. The fact that I'm standing here, just... not even concerned really, doesn't help.But I laugh, somewhat uneasily, "Spence, it's okay! I just tripped. Really." I gesture at the floor.He relaxes a little, taking in the mess on the floor. And on my shirt. "Well... here, let's get you over to the sink." Spence, you don't need to- ah! Fuck! That stings!" My eyes smart as the cold water hits my arm and hand. My top is taken off so he can clean the cuts on my chest. Wizard?" Sam asked. He certainly didn't feelany different.John looked down at the spell book, then back up at Sam."Well, uhh, sometimes they take a little while to kick in. Or maybe Idid it wrong. I am new at this," John replied meekly."Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?" Sam asked grinning. Thelook on John's face was almost as good as he had imagined it. Sodisappointed."Yeah, well..." John said trailing off. Then he just looked at Sam madea weird face and shrugged.Sam started. It seems everything is conspired against us to delay our arrival back at Kyle’s apartment. There is a bottleneck at the valet parking stand (during which I lightly run my fingernails up and down Kyle’s arm, which I have learned drives him crazy), there is an accident on the interstate (during which I unzip his pants and do a little fondling, which drives him even crazier), and I think the traffic lights are set on timers to trap us, but Kyle is not stopping at any of them…he just pauses to.