It had taken a considerable amount of time to find the absurd frequencies these seemingly rogue communications were coming from, but when Ava tuned in, she didn't know what to make of them. A few things stood out to her, like "Atlantic City", "Apex", and most recently, "Super Killer Kitty." Still, listening in, she quickly realized they were going to oust a terrorist militia, and what she heard from latent comms indicated they weren't having a good time.
While it seemed they were certainly a superior force, it also seemed as though they could use some assistance - and while she couldn't exactly help too much directly, she could certainly provide some level of support. Getting a drone to New Jersey wouldn't be too hard, she could send her support quadrotor in on the larger, faster courier plane. It'd be there in a matter of minutes. Deciding to commit, she set up the launch on her computer, set the drone oath and the drop point, and prepared the drones themsves for the trip. Swaddling the quadrotor inside the courier plane's payload compartment, she set it up on her launch rail, and finalized the procedure on her computer.
"Drone 1, "Swansong", ready for launch. All systems nominal." She had nobody to coordinate with, but it helped her focus to stick with the formalities. "Drone 2, "Little Birdie", ready for deployment. Gun is armed, ammo is full." Opening the window, she counted down. "T-minus 10, 9, 8..." Returning to her computer, she readied herself to press the button. "4, 3, 2, 1... Swansong, Launch!"
Afterburners fired into the metal plate at the back of the launch rail. The rail system sprung forward, lurching the vessel forward to void the need for acceleration. It would be there and back in about an hour thanks to Ava's savvy engineering. Incredible, considering she lived in Wa-er, the other side of the country. There's a question of where she got the materials, including the jet fuel, but that's more or less irrelevant - she did the absolute best within the technology constraints of the modern age.
While she tracked her drone, she listened to the latent comms to get a better feel for the situation. Who were the good guys targeting? What were their parameters? What did the good guys look like? Actually, as she thought of it, she considered sending a communication to accrue this information more easily. Funny enough, she found the idea of social interaction with people she didn't know scarier than the idea of being caught with homebrew jet fuel and explosives by local authorities. Still, she needed to me sure she wasn't shooting at the wrong people.
Swallowing, Ava opened a communication channel. "H-hello? Can you hear me?" She stammered for a hot minute before squeaking out something coherent. "W-what's happening in Atlantic City? I want to help. I might not be able to do much directly... B-but I think it'd help to have some eyes in the skies. I can help." In waiting for a response, and while listening, she readied data on her drone and streaming content to send over the frequency.