Murder Drones Serial Designation N Novels & Stories

“But he’s got every override. I can’t lift the lockdown remotely. I need eyes inside.” Noa looked around the room. “Only thing in here is old weapons tech and a bunch of decommissioned drone cores.” A pause. Then Ivy’s voice dropped. “There’s an old Raptor drone in that room. Serial 3XF. Built before Sabine banned them. See if the neural cable is intact.” Noa ran to the wall panel, flipped it open, and found the metal snake of cable tucked beneath busted comms and corroded clips. “Got it.”

Behind him, Elara’s fingers hovered over the EMP-shielded terminal, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For a terrifying moment, nothing emerged from the shadows. Then, a low, mechanical whirring broke the silence. From the darkness rolled a Genesis Island automated sentry drone, its optical sensor glowing a hostile, corrupted purple instead of its standard operational blue. It wasn't patrolling; it was hunting. The drone’s twin micro-machine guns locked instantly onto Dante’s thermal signature. Dante didn't hesitate. He fired twice in rapid succession. The heavy .45 caliber hollow-points shattered the drone's optical array and pierced its battery housing. It sparked viole

“Target acquisition: Seraphina Vale. Codename: Queen. Probability of success: 18%. Initiating elimination protocol.” Sera shouted, “Move!” A metal panel on the ceiling slid open—mechanized arms dropped down, spinning with blades and guns. The walls flared red. Lasers cut across the floor like tripwires. “DOWN!” Valerio tackled her as a turret fired. Camila rolled to the side, firing a burst from her pistol that blew one drone to pieces. Matteo ducked behind the control station, hands flying over the interface. “Three minutes! Keep them busy!”

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

Drones. Her pulse quickened. They were coming. She ducked behind a fallen log, pressing the child close to her chest as the drones hovered overhead, beams scanning the area in tight, calculated sweeps. Her breathing came shallow and slow. She could hear the faint static of their communication, the low, modulated voices of whoever was controlling them. “Subject AVA located. Confirmed life signs two. Infant carrier detected. Authorization granted. Proceed.” Ava’s stomach twisted. They weren’t just searching. They were hunting.

Sleek, dark, winged with red scanner lights that cut through the mist like eyes. Romeo cursed under his breath. "They found us faster than i thought". Jessica's breath trembled. "How?" Romeo glanced back at her. "Because Helix never stops watching". The lead drone spoke in a metalic snarl: "IDENTIFIED: SUBJECTS 06 AND 09. RECAPTURE PROTOCOL ENGAGED". Jessica froze. Aurora started to cry softly. Romeo stepped in front of them both. "Over my dead body".

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

The drone had tried to fly over the balcony, hit the wall, and dropped. The people who cut the power grid did not realize the roof defense ran on a backup block. I knelt on one knee, keeping my gun in my hand while my left reached down to touch the drone. The carbon fiber was freezing, covered in a layer of frost. It was a reconnaissance model. No serial numbers. No manufacturer marks. I flipped the frame over to inspect the underbelly. My chest tightened. The green hue of my goggles caught a set of lines in the dark plastic of the battery casing.

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 drone’s weapon pods hummed with a terrifying, high-pitched frequency that made the fillings in Kabir’s teeth ache. The blue luminescence charging within its barrel was identical to the energy that had dissolved the workbench in Geneva. It wasn't designed to destroy flesh; it was designed to erase the very seconds that held their physical bodies together. "Jump out!" Kabir bellowed, throwing his body weight across the back seat to shove Vikram and Devashish out of the open-topped jeep.