Murder Drones Serial Designation N Novels & Stories

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

​The Ghost in the Mountain ​As they began their approach through the Gray Zone, the first wave of drones arrived. These weren't the "Harvest" scouts from the desert; they were "Executioner" class, heavy, spider-like machines that crawled across the gravel on multi-jointed legs, their twin-linked pulse cannons tracking the movement of the pack. ​"Scatter!" Leo roared.

The gangs went silent, their eyes once locked against each other were now fixed on the hovering machines above them. “8 seconds to comply.” Their stupor was broken, both sides fired on the drones, unleashing a tirade of gunfire on the machines. “7 seconds to comply.” The drones flew higher, dodging bullets and plasma. “6 seconds to comply.” Ymir caught sight of a single bulk in the distance. It was flying above Moreno Avenue. It was a mass of grey metal, shaped like shark of sorts. On its front were two lights, blue and red. They blinked furiously, blinding Ymir for a moment.

The noise from the crowd and loud wailing of the sirens fast approaching only played one word in her head. Murderer!

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’

It's you! Raymond looked lazily at the two people who were now arguing, causing him to question their backgrounds again. The way they fight, the tone they speak every time they argue, and the almost unison each time, they really looked like twins. Even though they are ten years apart. He walked over to the stack of drones, took one of the drones. The first was equipped with a program that could improve the security system—which Edward had previously tested and succeeded in developing so that they could fly and take out eight feet on landing. Their movements were like spiders. But the second type he was holding, had a round shape, was the size of a palm, and all white. According to Hazel's ex

Then he hefts the greatsword, plants himself at the VIP entrance, and addresses every guard trying to approach with a single word that rolls from his throat like a rockslide. *Fuck off.* Behind him, Dorian's drone swarm is already airborne. Twelve folding-wing units deployed from the metal case. Stark white searchlights rake wildly across my seat. A single micro-drone breaks formation and hovers right above my nape, its sensor blinking an abnormal red. Dorian stares at the control panel, fingers typing a command. He deletes it. Types again. Deletes it. On the third attempt he enters: *Target locked. Continuous sampling. Set to highest priority.*

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

Dax asked over the comms, his voice calm despite the sirens wailing around us. "Always," I replied. We tore down the main strip of Neo-Vegas, weaving through crashing cars and rioting crowds. Behind us, a squadron of Hunter-Killer Drones emerged from the Queen’s tower. They were sleek, black, and armed with heat-seeking missiles. "They're locking on!" I warned, checking the Sovereign’s rear-view display. "Split up!" Dax commanded. "Meet at the old airfield!" He banked hard to the left, heading into the industrial district. The drones split, half following him, half following me.