The morning sun filtered through the windows of the Glacier Palace, casting long shadows across Scar's bedroom. He was still asleep, enjoying his peaceful slumber.
Suddenly, the soft, mechanical hum of anti-gravity thrusters broke the morning silence and woke him up.
Scar's eyes snapped open. He didn't sit up; his body instantly tensed, ready to react. Hovering just three feet above his mattress was a sleek, silver drone the size of a grapefruit, its singular blue optic scanning him.
Scar instantly summoned his pistol from his inventory, his finger resting on the trigger, ready to shoot at the machine's lens. But before he could launch the strike, the drone's optic flared.
A beam of hard-light projected outward, materializing into a high-definition holographic bust of Alicia.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the holographic Alicia smirked, leaning forward as if peering down at him. "This drone costs more than your entire wardrobe."
