Murder Drones Episode 9 Novels & Stories

"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."

It makes it so that the day you are in dire need of using the gun, it jams and refuses to fire when you pull the trigger. And the people who normally patronized Draco's weapon were politicians and government officials who sourced it for security agencies in order for them to use it to protect the common people from criminals. The bloodcurdling screams broke me from my train of thoughts. The man's knee cap had been cut open, and Fat Joe was scooping out the flesh using something that looked like a spoon but had very sharp edges. I had seen such scenes several times before, but I could help but feel my stomach churning as I watched the bloody scene.

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—”

The thermal shock broke the drone into pieces that fell onto the floor. The other two drones were already in the rafters. "Down!" Ryker said. He threw two daggers that hit the brass chassis of the climbing drones. The daggers made the drones really heavy so they fell to the floor. Before they could hit the ground Jaxon caught them in mid-air. He turned into his Varg form with fur on his shoulders and caught the drones in his bare hands. His Varg aura made the brass casings really hot. The internal logic boards melted. He dropped the smoking metal into the snow blowing in from the window.

The blue light of its solar core flickered, then streamed out of the chassis like water, flowing through the air and into Valen’s outstretched hand. "Abort," I said, standing up. "Cut the power." "I can't," the corporal said, his hands flying over the console. "He’s locked it. He’s draining the battery dry." On the screen, the drone turned grey, then crumbled into dust, its structural integrity compromised by the sheer loss of energy. Valen stood amidst the falling debris, breathing hard, his hands glowing with stolen blue light. He looked up at the camera hidden in the trees. He smiled. It was a jagged, triumphant smile that made my heart stop.

Small, armed defense drones dropped from the ceiling, their sensors lighting up as they scanned the room. Daniel raised his weapon. “Finally.” The first drone fired. Everything exploded into motion. Sophia moved first, fast and precise. She fired twice, taking down one drone before it could adjust its aim. Daniel followed, covering the opposite side. “They’re fast!” Victor ducked behind the console as a shot hit the surface near him. “Just give me a minute!” Emma stayed low, still working. “You don’t have a minute!” Lewis pulled Elizabeth down just as a shot passed over them.

“There.” I follow her gaze, heart kicking up. Footprints in the mud, fresh, leading into the woods. Too big for Aiden’s usual tread. “Not him,” I say, gut twisting. “Someone else.” Before we can move, a low hum cuts through the rain—a drone, barely visible, hovering just above the trees. Its red light blinks, locking onto us. Ember curses, yanking me down as a dart hisses past, embedding in the wall behind us. “Tranqs,” she hisses. “They’re not playing.”

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."

They weren't soldiers; they were drones, their minds completely subsumed by the Sovereign’s network. "They’re like me," I whispered, a wave of nausea hitting me. "They're all like me." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of me as the drones began to circle us. "They’re empty. You’re full. Don't let them in, Ruby!" The drones attacked with a terrifying, synchronized speed. Nevan was a whirlwind of violence, his movements a masterclass in lethal defense. He fired with surgical precision, taking out the drones’ legs to disable them without killing—still trying to preserve some shred of the humanity they had lost.

It vibrated through the air, low and cold. “What do you want?” he hissed. “To finish what your father started.” Alessio’s pulse hammered. “He’s dead.” “So are you. You just don’t know it yet.” A soft whine filled the air mechanically, sharp. Drones. Alessio looked up, and his stomach dropped. Three of them crawled through the tunnel opening, their red sensors blinking like hungry eyes. He aimed his gun, but before he could shoot, one of them spoke. “Blood sample confirmed. Target: Noa viable.”