I understood Elijah’s decision. It was a nod to the concern held by the majority within the hiding place. Though I was willing to go along, I felt that a latitude should be granted to those who will operate the drones to utilize them when and where necessity dictates.
I insisted that he and I go out with Quasimo on a test run. We chose to take a peek at Damascus.
We put some distance between us and the hiding place before launching.
Though the city was small in the viewfinder, a stream of activity was clearly discernible going in and out – unmistakably tanker trucks.
On the way back, Elijah asked if we could take a look at Jerusalem tomorrow.