Murder Drones Absolute Solver Novels & Stories

I hissed coldly. "We did, I mean.. you can go home or go back to the restaurant." He said simply. "You're evil." I said and left him alone. I got into my car and decided to go to my restaurant. I need to go to the doctor soon because I kept having my blood pressure going up. Quarter life crisis. "Fuck it!" I smacked my steering wheel completely frustrated and found myself driving so fast towards Lena's house. I never drove so fast before, I think my blood pressure controlling me right now.

I growled as I kicked her hand away and walked to the cages. With one hit, the padlock of the first cage broke open and I unchained the man who was hung upside down. He had a familiar scent. He was one of the wolves who had ambushed me about a month ago. He was a respected gamma in Dexter’s pack and I knew that the only way Camila could have drawn him here was by sexual appeal. Immediately the chain broke loose, he fell to the ground and didn’t rise up and that was when I realized that he was dead.

My mind is with Stella and what Dmitri could be doing to her every second I'm not saving her. "I'm leaving," "I have three drones," he continues. "Military grade. Already synced to this feed. I can clear the outside patrol before you ever touch that building — cut thirty men down to twelve before you even breach the entrance." He says it plainly, like he is reading off a grocery list. "I can watch the heat signatures in real time so you're never moving blind." I look at the screen. Then I look at him. "I needed you to find her," I say. "You found her. We're done."

But just then, Robin called in a panic. "Dr. Walker! We have a problem! Kayden's gone, and his room is covered in blood! And just now, our overseas licensors revoked the hospital's rights to use all of our core technologies!"

A high-frequency scream tore through the mountain air, cutting off the wind's roar. Above the tree line, a sleek, razor-thin interceptor drone plummeted through the clouds, its silver chassis reflecting the white of the ice below. It hovered like a metal hornet, fifty paces from the edge of the platform. Its chin-turret—a heavy, twin-barrel optical disruptor—whirled in a silent, motorized orbit, its purple lenses seeking the unique electromagnetic signature of Noah’s chest-mounted core terminal.

The drones had been stored in a climate-controlled compartment in the bunker's armory, their sleek carbon-fiber bodies gleaming under the dim lights. Clara had purchased them months ago, anticipating the need for aerial surveillance in a world where satellites would eventually fail and ground-based cameras would be limited by terrain and weather. She had chosen military-grade models, equipped with thermal imaging, high-definition cameras, and long-range communication systems. They were her eyes in the sky, and she intended to use them.

​The Siege of the Sifters ​The Audit-Drones descended like a golden rain. They were sleek, multi-faceted spheres that moved with a terrifying, non-Newtonian physics. They didn't use lasers; they used "Deletion-Beams." When a beam touched a person, it didn't burn them, it simply "Un-Made" their molecular structure. ​The first wave hit Neo-Tokyo. The "New-Wolves" tried to fight back with their unrefined strength, but they were no match for the Architects' math.

Ethan ripped his hands away from the wheel and drew his silver-plated revolver from his inner holster. Two tactical scout drones rounded the corner of the stone archway, their lenses glowing a cold, analytical crimson. The moment their sensors locked onto Ethan's heat signature, their internal weapon pods opened, preparing to fire high-voltage paralytic darts. Ethan didn't give them the chance. Moving with impossible, fluid precision, he fired three consecutive shots. The heavy lead bullets slammed directly into the optical centers of the drones, shattering their glass lenses and sending sparks flying across the stone floor. The broken machines collapsed into useless heaps of metal, their ge

presence of the pack. The cell let out a Harmonic Ping. The Sentry-Drone spun around, its red eye locking onto the "Glitches." "UNAUTHORIZED BIOLOGICAL INTERFERENCE DETECTED. INITIALIZING EXTERMINATION PROTOCOL." "Go! Go! Go!" Elara roared. Kael didn't hide his heat anymore. He let out a blast of white-hot plasma that melted the drone’s optical lens. But the alarm had already been sent. In the distance, the heavy "thud-thud-thud" of Enforcer boots began to shake the depot floor.

"If I stay, the village dies. But there's a third choice, isn't there? The one Marcus talked about?" Julian’s blood ran cold as he realized what she was suggesting. The "Null Variable." The only thing the AI couldn't predict was a total system exit. "Hope, put the shard down," Julian stepped forward, his hands out. "Ten," the drones chanted in unison. "Nine. Eight..." The villagers were feet away. The drones were charging their kinetic pulses. And in the distance, the stealth frigate began to glow with a terrifying, final violet light.