Steve’s audience had drifted off in the couple hours he’d spent searching the Black.
At first there’d been a slow but constant stream of observers, watching the Black rolling across the screen as the drone crisscrossed the area. They had a ton of questions, but few jokes. That was a good sign; it meant they were interested and surprised. Heckling would come later, once they were more comfortable with him and the technology. They were impressed enough now to have to think about it.
He remembered the first time he’d watched the feed on a console as a drone flew a Colorado fire. It had been an overwhelming amount of information.
As a lead smokie—as a former lead smokejumper, he corrected himself and tried to ignore the bitter taste of it—he’d been able to work as command on smaller fires,
