Murder Drones Background Novels & Stories

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—"

Most looked calm now, but hundreds still flickered with that dark purple light. “They’re following us,” Toby said, pointing at the drones. The drones weren’t green anymore. They glowed a deep, bloody red. The Keepers had seized control. Maya! Fight them! Julian shouted at the screen. The photo of Maya inside the locket shimmered with silver tears. I'm trying... but the Board—there’s a switch in the basement. If they pull it, the network dies. And so do I. The jet shook as drones blasted the wings with lasers. The pilot yelled, Hold on! and threw the jet into a tight canyon, weaving between the rocks.

My pleas for justice went nowhere; every report I filed vanished, and my efforts were met only with assassination threats from Silas himself. Before the coma took me completely, I had one last period of lucidity. The law couldn't touch him. A gang war would be suppressed. I needed a show. We, the victims' families who had nowhere else to turn, united to stage a spectacle so bloody, so bizarre, that the entire world would be unable to look away. Since no one would care about the lives of low-level mobsters, we had to make the story known to the entire world. The nine "dead" soldiers never died.

I grabbed Linda's head and forced her to face me as I screamed at her almost hysterically. "Tell me! How did my parents really die?!" A deafening crash sounded outside as police officers broke through the door. They approached Linda and showed their badges. "We've found evidence linking you to a murder committed many years ago. You need to come with us and cooperate with the investigation." Linda trembled so fiercely that she could not speak. Another officer approached Jenny. "Ms. Jenny Moore, the weight-loss biotechnology company registered under your name is suspected of illegally harvesting fat cells. You'll need to come with us as well."

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

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to