J From Murder Drones Novels & Stories

the glass refused to break still. "What the fuck??!:" Abel yelled, angrily. "This fool used bullet proof glass. And now its protecting him against the wrong person. While he is laying there in his blood.'' Suddenly he heard some whirling sounds above. "Don't let it be what I'm thinking!" He said to himself, before looking above. He saw four armed drones hovering above him. Suddenly the Green light emitting from the drone changed to red. "Oh no!" Abel cried, rolling down to the ground, as the drones started shooting at him. He stood up and started running towards the opposite direction. Bullets hitting the ground few inches behind his feet. .

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

Lisa raised her head, staring at me in confusion. "I thought about what would happen if the drone suddenly lost power and I fell to my death. I wondered if you'd feel any grief, only to realize right after that you wouldn't. I'm sure you'd just think that the toy broke too easily and that you should find a more durable one next time." Lisa turned deathly pale. "That's not true, Dominic. I—"

"I will burn every server in the East before I let her turn him into a 'Functional Asset.'" The Strategic Drift The barge captain—a "Broken Asset" named Miller who had lost his family to a corporate purge in '09—approached them. He moved with a "calm, loyal" silence, his face a map of scars and sea salt. "We’re crossing the 'Digital Dead Line' in twenty minutes," Miller grunted, pointing toward a stretch of the New Jersey coastline that was uncharacteristically dark. "Once we hit the marshes, the 'Dragonfly' drones can't find us. The methane from the bogs messes with their thermal sensors. But we have to ditch the truck."

Black smoke coils into the shape of a man. Gerald Holloway steps out of the ridge, whole, clean, smiling. No bullet wound. No claw marks. Just a different suit. Draven’s growl shakes the marsh. “I killed you.” “You killed a clone,” Gerald says. “Expensive, but worth it. You always were predictable, Duskbane.” The lieutenant raises his rifle again. “Stand down, all of you, this is a federal—”

[Seraphine’s POV] Dorian's revelation hung heavily in the air, like a dark cloud casting a shadow over our fragile alliance. The labyrinth, once a silent observer, seemed to absorb the weight of our conversation, its ancient stones echoing with the gravity of his words. "You must understand, Seraphine," Dorian said, his voice laced with a cold detachment that sent a chill down my spine, "those who perished in Silverbrook Haven were but insignificant creatures in the grand scheme of things. Their lives were a small sacrifice for a greater purpose."