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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."

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.

If he was an Auditor. The reaction was violent. The "Void-Lead" acted like a magnet for siphoned energy. Kojo’s skin didn't tear; it unzipped. A flood of silver mercury leaked from his eyes as the "Human-Casing" failed. He wasn't a man; he was a "Siphon-Drone," a living bug planted by the Council to map our new defenses. The drone let out a high-pitched scream before imploding into a pile of non-resonant salt.

I didn't kill Felix. Death was too merciful for him. As the wolfbane's poison rapidly coursed through his veins, his struggles gradually became weaker. In the end, Felix lay completely still on the floor. Only his eyes, full of fear and pleading, continued to frantically dart around. It was perfect. This was the state that I wanted Felix to be in—trapped within his shell of a body while remaining completely lucid. That way, he would be faced with his own hopelessness for the rest of his days.

The police department later underwent a major purge, and the work environment became much cleaner. I enjoyed a period of relative ease… until one night. After working late, I went to the underground parking garage. Just as I was about to get into my car, a sharp pain pierced my chest. I looked down. The bloodied tip of a blade had thrust through my chest. Drops of blood fell, one by one. "Mayor Bowser."

Volkov's sentence was cut short as a high-velocity sniper bullet shattered his vodka glass into pieces. "Who said I was playing?" Mavric's voice echoed through the speaker system, somehow hacked by Liora. Suddenly, emerging from the snowy fog, ten combat drones of the Thorne Group appeared like angels of death. Mavric did not send human soldiers first; he deployed technology worth hundreds of millions of pounds to flatten his enemy. Boom! Boom! Boom! One by one, the watchtowers exploded. Mavric and Liora stepped forward, walking through flames burning amidst the snow.

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

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—"

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab

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.