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Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

Metal met metal with a hollow *clang*. The drone’s head snapped sideways with a spray of sparks. It stumbled, recalibrating. Jax didn’t give it time. He jammed the end of the pipe into the gap between its plating and its neck joint, grunting as he levered it down. Gears ground. Something inside smoked. The drone twitched and went still. “Well,” Jax panted. “Guess all those hours in junkyards finally paid off.” “Less commentary, more not dying,” I said, backing up as another pair swarmed up the incline.

Shawn nodded, trying not to break eye contact. Jade sighed and looked down at her fingers. “We weren't involved in an accident. We were kidnapped. He was a psychopath. He killed my mother. Gave her cuts all over her body and let her bleed. She died in my arms. Slowly and painfully. I was tortured and... And... R***d. Then I was locked up in that dark place, cold, hungry, and afraid. And every day I prayed for death. But it didn't come. Neither did help.” Jade paused as the words stuck in her throat. The tears were forcing their way down her cheeks as she wiped them off.

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.

The mutilated corpses of Taloren’s Chosen littered the ground as the drones dismantled each of them with surgical precision. One of the Drogar screamed in absolute pain as one of the drones dug its hind claws into him while it used its talons to slice him to ribbons. He was literally held down while he was disemboweled alive. The Drogar’s compatriot was on the ground next to him, completely frozen with fear. His hands shook so intensely that he could barely keep his gun trained on the drone. Just as he gathered enough courage to steady his aim, a bullet shot right through the side of his head in a flash.

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"The failsafes will trigger a 'Core-Vent' to prevent a meltdown. That’s our window. When the vents open, the logic core is exposed." The approach was a desperate game of timing. The Dredger was surrounded by a cloud of "Silt-Drones" small, nimble units designed to clear debris from the drill’s path. They didn't have weapons, but they were heavy and fast, acting like kamikaze projectiles against anyone who drew near. "I’ll draw the Silt-Drones toward the pier!" Jax shouted, already breaking cover. "You get up there and find a way to choke that radiator!" Jax began firing into the air, his bolts lighting up the grey mist of the shoreline. The drones swarmed toward him, a buzzing cloud of metal

Leo, Torque, and the sixty Ironhead militiamen were standing in the mud, their weapons lowered, staring up at the sky in absolute, stunned silence. Hovering fifty feet above the courtyard, in a perfect, synchronized delta formation, were seven Ministry Seeker Drones. They were sleek, predatory machines, designed for urban pacification. They were armed with twin-linked kinetic submachine guns and non-lethal riot-suppression tear gas launchers. They were painted the oppressive, matte-black of the Blackwatch. Usually, the sight of even one of these drones in the Rust Belt would send scavengers fleeing into the sewers in terror. "Wraith," Torque whispered as Ren walked up beside him. The cyborg

​Suddenly, two automated sentry drones descended from the upper superstructure, their twin barrels whirring to life. ​Julian reacted instantly, diving behind a heavy steel cargo crate as heavy caliber rounds chewed through the deck plating. Rolling out from cover, he fired three rapid, armor-piercing rounds into the primary optical sensor of the first drone, sending it plunging into the roaring ocean below. The second drone swung toward him, but a sudden heavy blast tore through its propulsion unit, exploding it into a shower of burning metal. ​Julian looked up through the pouring rain. ​Standing on the upper catwalk, holding a high-powered anti-material rifle, was Dominic Vance. He wore a d

“Not good. I had one of my duals blow out on me. We’re in Wright, Wyoming waiting for the truck to finish in the shop. We won’t be there tonight. These people are taking their sweet fucking time.” “Bad luck, old boy,” he sighed. “Fuck you! You’re older than me!” I hollered at him. “By nine minutes,” he said in amusement. “Exactly, so you're old, not me.” He laughed and said, “Take care of the truck and the passengers. We got this for now. Don’t rush or stress. Thanks to Jacob and the guards, we have four drones in our possession right now. Uncle Easton, Lacy, and Sloan are digging into everything.”