The minor perils of dictating your chapters.
From this morning’s walk and talk around the park:
Slim Jim looked up and sure enough, he spotted the two really big drones that were constantly circling around the site, keeping an eye on it. They were massive, and not that high up, but he couldn’t hear them. What he could hear was the gnat-like buzz of the much smaller drones they were building and testing out here, the same model he’d been playing with at the pool party in the previous chapter.