Brad Chambers was on his fifth beer, seated on his Panther Valley back porch, looking out over the Nevada scrub. His yard ran adjacent to Bureau of Land Management property.
He watched the green headlights creep along the distant ravine.
“Ain’t no vehicle’s supposed to be out there,” he said, deciding to investigate.
It didn’t take him long to find the lights.
“Yeah,” Brad told the 9-1-1 operator, “I found that missing sculpt…”
The call dropped.
The Spider-Bug stood over the smoldering pile of dust, knowing it must find a more isolated location while it waiting for its final instructions.
Nowhere Nevada 