UAV

Victor waited outside the office building of Markwell, leaning against a car and tapping his fingers against the hood. It was the middle of the day, but on a weekend so there were very few cars in the parking lot. His was in a back corner, tucked out of sight.

Lyle hadn’t expected it to be so hot.

“Did you get the peyote?” Beck asked.

“Do you think they are staring at us because of how we smell?” William asked.