It was done a few months ago by another company.The site got broken into and expensive filming equipment stolen.Warners then called BHS and handed over the contract to us.
Josh asked me to take the lead and start from scratch to ensure we found the issue and provided a much higher quality of security for the multinational media and entertainment conglomerate.
“The original plans are in your email,” Josh, a Navy SEAL and co-owner of Black Hawke Security, told me.“The camera and equipment that went missing is worth more than you can imagine.Make sure we get it right, and if we can secure more of their business, there’s a bonus in it for you.”
That was all the motivation I needed.
While I didn’t get in the air much anymore, playing around with drones was a decent second.
I almost walk into Travis when I step into the operations department doors.
“My man.”I hold up my palm for a high five.
He’s not exactly an introvert, but as a tech nerd, as I affectionately refer to him, Travis is quieter than most of the Jarheads and Grunts around here.
Most days you can’t walk down the hall without someone cursing or giving you aplayfulpunch in the gut.
“Liam.”He slaps my palm and leads me down the back.“Okay, so I got you one of the new drones.”
My eyes light up.“Yeah?”
He grins.“Don’t break it.It belongs to a friend who wants a job here.I said I’d get it back in one piece.”
No pressure.
“How did he get it?”
The DJI Avata 360, an FPV-style drone capable of true 360° spherical video capture, are cutting-edge technology.New laws have restricted the import of them into the country, hence supply and demand.
“Don’t ask,” Travis grins.
“Dude, this is awesome.I really don’t care how he got it; I’m just excited to play.”
I walk to another table where the tablet is waiting and check that the latest version of the BHS custom-made app is loaded.Travis has set it up.
Being in the air controlling a fighter jet is unlike anything in this world.The power, the responsibility, and the thrill never wore off.
It’s hard on the body and takes immense training.
I’m fucking proud of what I achieved, but knew after a certain point that I didn’t want to do it forever.
That doesn’t mean I don’t miss flying through the air at g-forces that most people on the planet will never experience.
The adrenaline is addictive.
The risks in combat real.
But the world is moving on.Warfare happens around the boardroom table and on social media—in the media.Bio-weapons and AI are the new weapons of destruction.Most people aren’t aware.
Yet.
Neither appeals to me as a captain in the forces, and frankly, they scare the fuck out of me.
I saw the signs a few years back and decided to diversify when Jay when into the special forces as a sniper.I started playing with drones and loved them.It was a longer-term plan to add to my skill set when I left.
Working for Uncle Sam was something I was fucking proud of, but it doesn’t mean I had to give it my entire life.
Over a beer, about eighteen months ago, Jayden and I both shared that we felt the same.I wasn’t surprised.We joined together, and I’d always thought we’d leave at the same time.It had been that way all our lives.Same schools, same timelines, both joining the US Air Force.
