“Okay, scroll over to the side, there,” Cal pointed to the screen Ace was manipulating with his keyboard. He kept the drone he took in Switzerland and reprogrammed it to no longer be tracked by its original owner. “Go see what’s behind that tree,” Cal squinted toward the screen, “what the hell?”
Ace swerved around some trees, to the backside of a plain white building and watched the screen fill with nothing but dried out land and visibly starved people.
They were hovering over Emerald Mountain, watching the members of the pack working around the grounds. What Cal remembered as a somewhat thriving community once, was desolate and bare. The lush fields where their food grew before, were dwindled down to a fraction of their former state, and only few members were working in them.
