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>Following the path she'd flown in, they could find wayward splatters of black in the snow
>Mishi kept a careful eye on them as they advanced
>The splatters continued, generally the same size every time
>He hummed, thoughtfully, telling the soldiers to wait
>They weren't fans of this, they had wounded the drone, surely they'd want to press their advantage before she could regenerate
>But Mishi knew better of it
>The oil splatters didn't stop
>If they had hit her superficially, the wound would have closed already, healed off
>No, at least one of their shots had hit their mark, just not lethally
>The drone's core was damaged
>She wasn't regenerating, at least not quickly
>She was losing oil, while already oil-starved
>Morning
>They would continue this hunt in the morning
>They could confirm their kill then.
>They couldn't rely on her "bleeding out", but they could expect her to be weaker then
>A good night's rest, sending the locals home
>Come tomorrow afternoon, they'd hear news of a dead drone
>This was it, shouldering his Linear Magnetic Cannon
>An invention necessitated by the Solver war, a friend of his had devised
>And with that, he, and two soldier escorts, departed
>The oil still stained the ground, and it was easy to follow
>Right back to the damaged remains of a landing pod
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