Murder Drones Ep 4 Novels & Stories

unconscious rider. "We need to know what they know." I put the earpiece in. Static. Then, a voice. "...Patrol 4, report. Did you find the debris field?" I stayed silent. "Patrol 4? Respond." Then, a new voice cut in. A voice that made my blood run cold. It wasn't a mercenary captain. It was Elder Vane. "If they are not responding," Vane’s smooth, oily voice said over the channel, "assume they have engaged the targets. Deploy the drone swarm to their last known coordinates. And remember the narrative: No survivors. The avalanche killed them. We are just recovering remains." I ripped the earpiece out. "They aren't looking for prisoners," I told Damian. "Vane is running the op. He wants us dea

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

“He isn’t done. Kane never finishes quietly.” A sudden pulse of red light painted the street ahead. Drones, small and angular, descended silently from above, their surveillance lenses glowing like malevolent eyes. Kane had anticipated their escape. Ava ducked instinctively as a pulse shot past her shoulder, a warning shot from the first drone. “He’s everywhere!” she shouted, adrenaline flooding her veins. “Not everywhere,” Ethan said through gritted teeth. “But enough to make this a fight for survival.” They dove into the alleyways, twisting and turning in a maze of metal dumpsters and stacked crates. The drones followed, emitting a mechanical whine that seemed almost like laughter. Kane’s v

He scrambled out of the nursery, the titanium door sealing behind him with a final, echoing thud. I stayed still for ten seconds. “He’s gone,” Sarah whispered. I sat up, the silk robe sliding off my shoulders. The air felt thick, devoid of oxygen. My right arm was completely numb, and my vision was swimming with silver static. “The drone,” I rasped. “Did it transmit?” Sarah walked to the window. She pressed her hand against the glass, right where the pulse had passed through. The surface was hot enough to make the air shimmer. “It’s dead, Elena. You turned the processor into slag.”

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."

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."

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

"Irving? I killed him. I threw his body into the sea to feed the sharks. "Aren't you all in love with him? Don't you all want to marry him? Too bad for you. Your wish will never come true. Come on! Kill me and avenge him!" Natalia's eyes turned bloodshot. She drove the knife straight into my chest. I collapsed limply onto the floor. Just as my consciousness was about to fade, I heard Irving's voice coming from the front garden. "Why is everyone here? What perfect timing. I bought some pastries. Ah! Why is there so much blood here?"

Her breath caught. “Where?” The skyline screens flickered again. Not text this time. Video. A sterile room. Rows of young adults standing in identical formation. Eyes calm. Still. Familiar. Not copies. Not exactly. But close enough that Ariana felt her stomach drop to the ground. One of them stepped forward. And looked directly into the camera. Into her. The same eyes. But colder. More certain. Genesis spoke softly. “Phase Four ready.” The drone’s lens locked onto Ariana.

He threw down all his weapons, giving up any form of resistance. "So, he seeks death," I murmured. "Yes," the Beta said. "Our informant heard his last words." On the screen, Alistair tilted his head back, a smile of relief on his face as tears cut through the grime. "I'm coming, my love. My child. I'm coming to pay for my sins." I closed the video and picked up my coffee. Atone? No. This was just the beginning. Death was too easy for him. I mind-linked Lucian.