The sound of the Ares Dragon rotors slowing down in the background, is filtered out of Drexel’s comms, though he allows the pilot’s gasps for breath flow through. His tentacles continue to squeeze the air out of the pilot’s lungs and crush his ribs as he gives his update.
“Targets did not return to the Dragon to make their escape as intel suggested. Targets fled from the 10th floor gliding to a waiting van. File not retrieved. Interception would result in exposure to the crowds below. Chase terminated.”
A few seconds later
“Acknowledged, heading inside to search for a copy of the file.”
Releasing the dead pilot, Drexel’s form disapears from view as it glides towards the stairs.