Murder Drones Oc Maker Novels & Stories

She forwarded it to the kidnappers with a simple message: "Now show us they're alive." "While we wait, we need eyes on those four warehouses," Rogers said, turning to Mitchell. "Can your team handle surveillance without being detected?" Mitchell nodded. "We have men ready to move." "And I have drones," Luca added. "Small ones that look like birds, virtually silent. We can deploy them immediately." Luca didn't just own Cyber10, drone technology was part of another business. Rogers looked impressed. "The Bureau could use that technology." "The Bureau can't afford me," Luca replied coolly.

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

We can’t mourn what tried to destroy us. As I shut the incinerator, a soft hum starts in the distance. Not loud—just annoying. “Where the hell is that coming from?” Drake mutters. “No idea, but it’s obnoxious,” Layla growls. We lift a box lid—empty. Just as we’re about to move on, Drake points to the sky. “There.” A black drone hovers high above. I draw my gun, aim, and shoot. One bullet. It drops. “Nice shot,” Drake says. “Let’s hope it wasn’t a kid’s toy.”

Mike was complaining on the other side of the phone. "I had something to do today, and I just came home." Avery switched on the hands-free mode and placed her phone on her bed. She walked to her closet and took her pajamas. "Is the drone you sent over a new product that you developed?" "Yes! It's amazing! Its battery life is super-duper long! And it has amazing sensors. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a robot!" Mike said excitedly. "Once it's listed in Aryadelle, it will definitely take over the drone market here!"

Then she nodded and picked up a small case from the bench. “Okay. Let’s talk about drones.” She opened the kit, revealing pieces — modular wings, tiny rotors, a coin - sized processor, a flexible carbon - fiber frame. “This isn’t like the toy ones from two decades ago. This one’s silent, semi - autonomous, runs on solar mesh. Designed for recon, surveillance, or resource scouting. I’ve modified the signal feed to be undetectable on standard city networks.” Aria’s eyes widened. “You built this?”

a gift Sebastian had bought but never fully integrated. “Let’s see how they like a unified front,” I muttered, my thumbs flying across the screen. Thirty small, black drones rose from their nesting bays along the roof line. They weren't armed with guns. They were armed with high intensity lasers and flashbangs. I sent them screaming toward the tree line, a cloud of angry mechanical hornets. The forest lit up with a series of blinding white pops. I heard the snipers shouting, their positions compromised. I turned to run back toward the lift, but the door burst open. Elio Carranza stepped out, looking remarkably clean for a man whose army was currently being dismantled by a pregnant woman and