Novel & Cerita Autobots Prowl

"But yes. We are going to drug him. But that's not your issue. Just focus on Mr. Wolfe." Chloe frowned as she was dragged towards the doors of the VIP suite. Two males that had shoulders as wide as the door and just as tall as it were guarding the empty hallway. They appeared to just be loitering but as she got close, Chloe could see their eyes watching everything around them. They weren't Nathaniel's men. They were too muscular to be. These were wolves that trained hard to be the ultimate apex predator. They didn't need guns to protect themselves. There was a wildness to them as well, as if they were made of petrichor, earth and rock from the unforgiving mountains. Chloe had the sudden urge

There was no introduction needed because I knew the two of them pretty damn well since it wasn't the first time I had used their services. Connor and Anna Swanson were thirty-two year old twins who would do anything for money. It didn't matter what you wanted them to do, they would do and there would be no questions asked as long as you gave them their money - they became rogue together at the age of fifteen after their parents voiced their disappointment with their children due to their behaviour. Since then they have basically been criminals for hire.

“Stay low.” The men are stealthily creeping up to the building. There is pin-drop silence, and I know what Felix is looking to do - take them by the element of surprise. I get busy with placing the GPS trackers on the cars. I log into the app and slowly begin controlling the spherical BB-8 robots with the attached GPS mappers to go under the cars not belonging to us and place the trackers. The robots get in motion. I wait breathlessly and then notice that two robots cannot reach with their protruding arms to place the device under the cars.

Jessi's P.O.V. I look at the unbelievable sight in front of me and then at Wyatt. We both start laughing as we make our way into the room. Trevor and Rmina look at us with confusion as they follow us inside. "Why are you laughing?" Trevor asks. "Don't you get it? Do you see what this is?" I spin around. There are rogues, or at least they're supposed to look like rogues, in multiple stages of being constructed. Adrian apparently has been making rogue robots, which makes a lot of sense now with the trackers and how the other two burnt themselves. It's kind of scary how lifelike some of them seem. I see several that look like members of Dark Moon.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Roberto groaned as he saw another truck pull up to the pack’s headquarters. He recognized the logo on the side, a stylized paw print with the words “Wolf Tech” underneath. It was the company that supplied the pack with advanced security measures, such as cameras, sensors, and alarms. They had been hired by Vitale to fortify the borders after the omegas kidnap.

After all, you are Nash's student. The knots in my stomach faded and only a warm afterglow remained. "Thanks, Allen. I owe you again." Getting to the warehouse was easy. However, getting in was a problem. Sighing in defeat and settling behind some old structure in the distance, I brought out my spy drones. Nash liked to call them capsule bots because of how they literally fit into a capsule. Armed with only a small syringe of poison or tranquillizers, these bots were hardly useful in battle.

There was a tiny explosion and the drone burnt up in flames. Sia heaved a sigh of relief and jumped to her feet. She looked at Yorick and Jay. The only thing that was left was to decide what to do with them. Sia tapped a few icons on the screen. A few moments later a team of Probots arrived on the screen. Yorick’s eyes widened in horror as he saw them. After all, he was the one who had designed them. They were designed to keep people as their prisoner. “You are not serious, are you?” He whispered.

The temperature of my blood increased, making the cold wind feel like nothing but a faint pressure. The Citadel probe force crested the dune. Three Light Recon Vehicles—armored buggies—flanked a medium assault tank. The machines hummed. The Barzil cores at their centers emitted a low, subsonic vibration that I felt in my teeth before I heard the engines. They moved with caution. Their sensors—mechanical eyes of glowing blue light—swept the ruins. They expected Rogues. They expected a disorganized mob. The lead buggy hit the trap.

“Mr Matt tracked the car that your brother took and we just learnt he's at the outskirts of the city. He is definitely with Mrs Rover, boss. I’m sure of it” He informed me and my grip tightened on my phone. “So what do you suggest we do then?” I asked him and he was quiet for a moment. “I think we should get there as fast as we can before it’s too late, boss. Your brother can do something reckless and I know you don’t want Mrs Rover to get harmed” he advised and I nodded, buying his idea because he made a lot of sense. Carlos was a very rash person. He’s hardly thought anything through before doing it. So it was best I got to Taylor as fast as I could before he would cause any damage.