Murder Drones Pilot Script Novels & Stories

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

and I turned to walk away. ***** The Next Day Drax I woke from my long slumber and I looked at my phone, it was late. I talked to Aidan last night about my dilemma, I had sons and wasn't sure how to proceed but I knew I was going to kill Ryker and Riley. I was glad I was getting to know Carl and Cam but I needed to wrap this up and be back in time for Michelle's Luna ceremony. Ty was clearing house at another pack and I need to finish up here quickly. I went downstairs and headed to the kitchen and there were blood bags along with breakfast that was made for me, I was surprised until Ralph said, "Can we talk," I nodded for him to proceed and he sat down. He apologized for everything and aske

Ethan ripped his hands away from the wheel and drew his silver-plated revolver from his inner holster. Two tactical scout drones rounded the corner of the stone archway, their lenses glowing a cold, analytical crimson. The moment their sensors locked onto Ethan's heat signature, their internal weapon pods opened, preparing to fire high-voltage paralytic darts. Ethan didn't give them the chance. Moving with impossible, fluid precision, he fired three consecutive shots. The heavy lead bullets slammed directly into the optical centers of the drones, shattering their glass lenses and sending sparks flying across the stone floor. The broken machines collapsed into useless heaps of metal, their ge

"We're happy here. We have a life." How could I tell him that our life was going to end? That someone was coming for us? I can feel them getting closer. I know why they're coming. It's because of what I am. Because of what I can do. The white hair, the healing, the visions. I'm not just different. I'm something they've been looking for. And when they find me, they'll kill anyone who stands in their way. Including Theo. March 28th I dreamed of my death again last night. It was so real I could feel the pain. I was protecting Theo, standing between him and the wolves who came for us. Their leader had yellow eyes and scars across his face. He smiled when he saw me.

DEA I had never witnessed murder before. Not with my eyes at least. I went from a wide-eyed, wet-behind-the-ears scientist to this—whatever this was. Jason's death was something that haunted my dreams. In the darkest hours when the shadows grew thicker and the cold was icier, the ominous sound of his neck snapping under pressure weaseled its way into my dreams. Daylight hours were easier to ignore the relentless echo of it which gnawed at my sanity like a dog with a bone.

The sound was so raw that it made Leo jump back in fear. At the cave’s entrance, Killian flinched. Hearing her scream in pain felt like a punch to the chest. His gold eyes flashed. His inner wolf was snarling, begging him to run to her. But the first drone was already there. It was a black, flying machine with a glowing red eye fixed right on him. “You want her?” Killian yelled. His voice was full of rage. You will have to go through me first! The drone fired a red beam of light. Killian didn't move. He couldn't. If he dodged, the beam would hit the cave and kill everyone inside. He swung the metal crowbar with all his Alpha strength.

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

"I was thinking, if the drones were disconnected and I fell right to my death, would you mourn for me? Then I got my answer. You would not. You'd only get a more durable toy next time for your fun. That's all I am to you, a fragile toy." All the color disappeared from Joseph's face. "No, Jess, I…" "Let me finish," I interrupted. "You ruined all the hopes I held for love and my trust in humanity. You trampled all over me and stomped on me all to please another woman. All to prove that you could control everything. And now you ask for mercy? Yet you showed me none." My eyes never left his. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“Faster than Usain Bolt in relay finals, boss.” Despite the assurance in his voice, irritation flickers through me. “Trash them, game boy.” “Trust the mode, boss,” Quinn laughs stupidly. The idiot sounds excited like this is some damn multiplayer combat mission instead of real people dying if need be. Still, the boy is a genius with drones, surveillance and every flying machine known to mankind, so I follow his instructions while he deploys his people ahead of me. I park along the roadside, grab my gun, check the magazine twice, then shove an earbud into my ear as I start toward the funeral home.