Murder Drones Pilot Script 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

“She’ll want everybody to believe it was her who fixed it.” “We give her some credit,” I said. “Nothing too big. Definitely not a headline.” “That should work,” Nicos said. The pilot cut in. “Field ahead. Drone’s gone. Light wind. No traffic.” “Take us down now,” Nicos said. We dropped through black into a shallow bowl of gray and headlights. The skids kissed dirt. The rotors kept turning, heavy and sure of themselves. Nicos slung the laptop. “We walk the straight line there,” he said. “No hotel rooms. No phone calls. Nobody talks to anyone until Lucia does.”

“Dominion taught them new tricks.” The nearest drone shifted, its arm unfolding into a rotating blade that caught the lamplight. “On my mark,” Jun whispered. But before he could speak again, one of the drones lunged. The sound was mechanical and wet at once — the screech of servos, the slap of water as it crossed the flooded floor. Jun fired once, the shot echoing in the confined chamber. The bullet hit the drone’s shoulder, sparking a burst of orange light, but it didn’t fall. It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking.

With her eyes closed, she savoured as she chewed slowly. “Just the right amount of salt.” Her phone buzzed again. A news alert this time. “BREAKING: Police enroute to search home of Dr Karma Kuntz in connection with Chief Inspector's murder.” She took another bite of eggs, chewed slowly as she took a deep breath in and out, then she swallowed, not bothered by the news. On the TV, they had switched to helicopter footage. It was her building. Police cars surrounded it. Officers in tactical gear approaching the entrance.

he muffles and another gasps escapes from their mouths followed by low sobs. "No, my... brother...can't be dead" Julia sobs. "Tell us this is some prank and...." "My son isn't dead. He's alright and he'll come walking through that door very soon, you'll see" Kylie's mom cut Kylie mid-sentence. It was too painful to believe her son was dead. "Drake was murdered last night at Anna's apartment and Anna has gone missing and....." Jay's words went hanging as he saw Drake's mom collapsed on the chair. "Mom, mom" Kylie and Julia cries in panic shaking their mom's unconscious body. Jay stood up and picked up her hand.

"If you don't authorize the new Covenant, there won't be a world left to save. They’ll delete the hardware and start over with a fresh species." Elara looked at the pen, then at the vial of liquid shadow. Beside her, Mia was clutching the notebook….the "Delete" sequence that the drones were hovering for. Her mother, Sarah, stood with the silver shotgun leveled at the drones, though even she knew buckshot couldn't kill a math equation. "If I sign this," Elara rasped, the violet fire in her veins cooling into a heavy, leaden weight. "I’m not just your partner. I’m the Bank itself. I’m the one who decides who lives and who is... liquidated."

Dominic stared down at his blackened hands, his chest heaving as the black veins along his arms trembled, his mind reeling from the horror of what he had almost accomplished. "Look out!" Malakai screamed, his voice breaking into a panicked shriek. Through the shattered front windshield, the three Vanguard combat drones descended from the clouds like birds of prey. Their targeting lasers stopped dancing; they locked dead-center onto the pilot's cabin, three blinding crimson dots burning into the glass. They fired. Three synchronized, high-velocity plasma rockets tore through the midnight sky, heading directly for our noses. Dominic didn't hesitate. He didn't have time to think, to process the

"Do you still not understand what's going on? You're the one begging us now. If you don't do as you're told, not a single one of your friends will make it out alive. "Forget it. I'm done wasting my breath on you. Gracie, stop getting caught up with him. Getting Kiara out is what matters." Elias grabbed me again and pulled me along. "Our people will ride with you, and dozens of satellite phones will stay connected the entire time. If you try anything, your friends will all die!" He was just as desperate as I had been when I was losing Hannah. Without rushing, I pulled a fruit knife from my pocket. The reflection of the sharp blade flashed in Elias' eyes. He immediately let go of me and shoute

If Dimitri could accept that I was honest and said I wanted to go after and save Frey, I couldn't possibly say the same thing to someone I didn't know at all. “I was assigned to find this girl by her family,” I said. This is all I can think of at the moment. Even though the reason I gave sounded vague, Jor didn't seem to care much about it. He just nodded his head while looking at the picture of Frey. “Hmm… if I get any information about the missing girl, I'll pass it on to you,” said Jor. "Really?Thank you very much," I replied. As soon as Jor left, I took out the gun I brought from the house.

I sit in the back of the sleek black SUV, my heart pounding in my chest as we speed down the winding country road. Beside me, Ben fiddles with the controls of the nano-drone, his brow furrowed in concentration. In the front seat, Pablo drives, his eyes scanning the road ahead, while Frank sits in the passenger seat, his hand on the gun on his lap.