Cyn Murder Drones Episode 7 Novels & Stories

“Except us.” She crouched down and looked closely at the cracked floor beneath a fallen beam. There, buried in a pile of soot, was the edge of a drone casing. It was half-melted, but she could still see the circuit board faintly glowing. It was a surveillance drone, one of their own. “They used our eyes against us,” Ava murmured. Selena stepped closer, scarf pulled up to shield against the smell. Her tablet buzzed softly in her hand. “We can’t trust anyone right now.”

And something inside him snapped completely. Not panic. Something worse. Rage so absolute it became calm. Two armed men appeared at the bottom landing. Ciro shot the first one in the head before the man fully registered who he was looking at. The second barely got his weapon up. Three shots. Chest. Throat. Face. The body hit the ground hard. Ciro kept moving. His chest tightened violently. He reached the main staircase just as Kane reappeared. “Nothing upstairs,” Kane said sharply. “One of the staff said they saw Black taking a woman downstairs toward the lower levels.”

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

The server room was a canyon of flashing blue lights and the deafening roar of industrial cooling fans. Bullet casings rattled against the metal grated floor like hail as Caleb fired his final magazine into the chest of an advancing drone. The synthetic assassin staggered, sparks erupting from its shattered optical sensor, before collapsing into a heap of exposed wires and hydraulic fluid. "Ava! How much longer?" Caleb shouted, slamming a fresh clip into his sidearm. His breath was ragged, his tactical gear slick with black oil and rain.

Something very old and very powerful had taken her place. “Killian…” Her voice wasn't a whisper. It was a roar that made the whole mountain tremble. It sounded like a hundred people speaking at the same time. Outside, the drones were only a few feet away from Killian. He was ready to die. His body was bleeding and bruised from the metal scraps of the drones he had already smashed. But suddenly, the machines stopped. Their engines went quiet. One by one, their red eyes turned blue. Then, they just shut off.

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting

The yellow solvent was pouring out now making thick choking clouds that were eating away at the stone walls. "Elowen, the ceiling!" Ryker said. Three drones came out of the elbow joint. They used the pressure of the yellow solvent to blast themselves out of the arms upper forearm avoiding Vesper. They climbed up the stone pillars like brass insects, their spinning saws making a noise that hurt my teeth. "I’ve got the wall!" Kaelen said. He jumped onto the stone mantle, his sword swinging in a wide arc. The frost on the sword hit the lead wall-crawler freezing its metal gears. The thermal shock broke the drone into pieces that fell onto the floor.

Its red sensor eye swept the marsh, searching for the heat signatures of Vance DNA. "Down!" Seven hissed, shoving Maya and Thorne into the tall, sharp seagrass. Maya pressed her face into the mud, shielding the twins with her body. She held her breath, waiting for the sound of the drone’s machine guns, the sudden burst of heat that would end their journey before it truly began. Above them, the drone hovered. Its engines whined, the sound vibrating in Maya’s teeth. The red light washed over them, lingering on the patch of grass where they lay.

They moved with robotic precision, magnetized boots clinging to the steep floor. Architect Drones. Human-machine hybrids. "Eliminate witnesses," the first Drone synthesized a voice. It raised a suppressed submachine gun. "Stay behind me!" Jackson released the window and slid down the floor, steering his body like a torpedo. He crashed into the Drone's legs before it could fire. The Drone fell. Jackson rolled on top of it. He took the ceramic knife he had taped to his chest and stabbed it viciously into the Drone’s neck. SPARK! It didn't bleed blood. It bled oil and white sparks. The ceramic blade severed the primary wiring. The Drone twitched and powered down.

Adrian’s answer came instantly. “The security drones.” Her heart skipped. “They’re active?” “Yes.” “Who activated them?” “The shadow system.” Vale’s voice sharpened. “Where are they heading?” Another pause. Then Adrian said the words she feared most. “Up.” The elevator shaft suddenly groaned. Heavy machinery began moving somewhere beneath them. Her pulse exploded. “How many drones?” “Six.” Vale swore. “Those things are armed.” “Yes.” Her hands clenched. “Adrian, find us another exit.”