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Following the trail
The drone stayed in the sky as their ship headed out, using the line of yellow balls as a bright path stretching over the sea. The balls bobbed gently between waves, drifting slowly in their direction. One floated close to the edge of their boat. Petty Officer Jules leaned over, hooked it with a net, and pulled it aboard. “Might be useful later,” he mumbled.
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