the Xbox controller, which didn’t exactly have much of a range. Maybe one of the humans could do it? But would they feel right pulling the trigger on so many people and then detonating a bomb to wipe out dozens more? They’d need training for that, training that took time. Time he didn’t have.
What he really needed was something more autonomous. Belle seemed to operate as a protector of whoever was wearing the suit, and only at a certain range. Perhaps a combination of both plans was a way to go. He needed a more concerted effort to figure this out, he needed time to work out a strategy.
Turning back to the table he pulls back the drone eyelids and looks down into his eyes. The tortured soul is sedated but still looks back confused as he