Disassembly Drone Uzi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Drake laughed, and then whispered into Zac's ear, "Does your body feel the urge to explode?" Zac turned to face him and looked him square in the eye. "The only urge I feel is to kill you." And with that, Zac thrust his hand into Drake's chest, but before he could rip out his heart, the brunette vamp pulled Zac off and threw him across the room, as I stepped between them. In the flutter of a butterfly's wing, the brunette vamp aimed his Uzi at my chest, as Drake pulled himself from the ground, recovering. In a flash, Zac was on his feet. His eyes hard as steel, he stepped purposefully toward Drake when the brunette vamp pulled the trigger on the Uzi, and it was pointed at Zac.

Drake opened his eyes and his blue orbs pierced into Dillon, making the Beta of the pack shiver because of his cold gaze. “You know what… I hate it when things drift away from what I planned!” Dillon could feel Drake’s anger through his words. He knew something terrible had happened, and he was afraid to ask more about it. Emily might have failed her task for tonight. “My apology about that. It’s my duty to follow—”

He scrambled to the central console, his fingers flying. I held the drones at bay, but I could feel the Ouroboros fighting back, trying to reclaim its children. The strain was immense. A trickle of blood ran from my nose. >THREE MINUTES. “Almost… got it…” Jeff muttered. One of the drones twitched, breaking free from my hold. It swiveled, its weapon aimed not at Jeff, but at me. Time seemed to slow. I saw Jeff look up from the console, see the drone, see the threat to me—to us. His face contorted in panic.

He looked different. Adam was so focused on defeating the enemy. That was his only goal. As time went by, the battle became more intense. It became ten versus one body. Yet, Adam was head tail of the battle. Meanwhile, Dr. Z was researching something. He was looking for something in his book. “Got you”, he said. His eyes were sparkling. Dr. Z releases the drones from his laboratory and sends them to the battleground. “Let see, what you’ve got”, mumbled Dr. Z.

Niko swore, fingers flying on his pad. “I can jam its guidance for three seconds,” he said. “After that, it goes fully autonomous.” “Three seconds is a long time,” Dante said. He stepped forward, planting himself between us and the advancing machine. Niko tapped. The drone’s motion stuttered. Dante took the shot. One burst. Two. The drone’s taser rig went dead just as it arced. The third slowed, recalibrating. Then, disturbingly, it backed away. “Did it… decide we weren’t worth the attempt?” Mila asked.

It was studying him and evaluating. “Not today,” he muttered. Shifting Noa onto one shoulder, Alessio freed his right hand, fingers closing around the cold grip of the sidearm strapped to his thigh. He leveled the muzzle at the drone’s head, his breathing slow, deliberate. The drone didn’t react. Not even a micro-tilt toward the weapon. Then, in one slow ripple across its surface, it… smiled. Not a real smile, not something that touched eyes. It didn't even have just a distortion in its liquid-metal face that gave the impression of one.

Ines whispered. The last two drones hung in the air like vultures. Projected text appeared beneath them, shimmering in blue-white letters: RUNNING IS FUTILE. THE CITY IS MINE. Varian holstered his gun slowly, eyes locked on the drones. “Hit the deck,” he said softly. Everyone dropped. Varian aimed at the ground and fired—intentionally. The shot ricocheted, pinging upward at a perfect angle, striking one drone through the sensor. It exploded midair.

a gift Sebastian had bought but never fully integrated. “Let’s see how they like a unified front,” I muttered, my thumbs flying across the screen. Thirty small, black drones rose from their nesting bays along the roof line. They weren't armed with guns. They were armed with high intensity lasers and flashbangs. I sent them screaming toward the tree line, a cloud of angry mechanical hornets. The forest lit up with a series of blinding white pops. I heard the snipers shouting, their positions compromised. I turned to run back toward the lift, but the door burst open. Elio Carranza stepped out, looking remarkably clean for a man whose army was currently being dismantled by a pregnant woman and

Alejandro roared. His men surrounded the uplink as Paula remotely accessed the drone’s code. "Tracing now… 68%... 81%..." A second drone appeared — but this one bearing Vexler’s insignia. Dino cursed over comms. "They’re overlapping us. It’s a trap!" Suddenly, every screen in the Zurich vault blinked red. A voice, distorted, filled the space. "You came to bury me. But I buried your future long before you ever rose." It was Vexler.

Follow it west. I will handle the drones. Damian frowned. “How exactly does he plan to do that?” Victor answered as if he heard the thought. Trust me. Damian muttered, “Not likely.” Then— suddenly— the drone above them flickered. Its scanning beam glitched. The mechanical hum stuttered. Evelyn looked up. “What’s happening?” The drone’s lights flashed wildly. Then the machine spun out of control. It slammed into a tree with a loud metallic crack.