Murder Drones Serial Designation N Novels & Stories

The predawn light was a sickly grey as Sarah Vance pulled her black SUV to the curb three houses down from Dr. Miller’s residence. Her phone buzzed in the center console a secure line. She swiped it open, the voice on the other end a low, digital hum. "Drones are up, Sarah," Tyler’s voice crackled through the speakers. He wasn't there in person; he was miles away in the command center, watching the heat signatures of the neighborhood. "I’ve got eyes on the entire block. The 'Grey Team' I hired is in position. They’re professional, clean, and they don't leave fingerprints."

I look into the bedroom. The penthouse is dark, lit only by the city glow through the massive windows. Drakon is picking up his jeans. And then, I hear it. A hum. Like a giant insect. It’s outside the glass. I look at the window. Hovering twenty feet away, level with the fifty-first floor, is a drone. It’s large. Military grade. Four rotors. And slung underneath it is a machine gun. The red light on the camera blinks. It locks onto me.

The first drone came around the corner like it owned the hall. Compact. Four legs. Low profile. No face—just a sensor array and a small, ugly barrel tucked where a mouth should be. “Contact,” Aria snapped. “Internal security. Model six. It's not the worst. It's still bad.” Lys didn’t wait for it to announce itself.

It was massive circular, glowing with cold white light, the center dominated by a towering cylindrical engine pulsing with electric currents. Jackson stopped at the threshold. Savannah felt the shift in the air the hum of live weaponry. Cole cursed under his breath. “They’re active.” From hidden compartments along the upper walls, sleek black drones emerged, each with a glowing red sensor that locked instantly onto them. “Move,” Jackson ordered. They sprinted. A shrill warning tone echoed. Red beams traced the floor. Savannah threw herself behind a metal pillar as a drone fired, scorching the floor inches from her leg.

He tapped his feet on the smooth floor and bit his thumb nail. “Daddy?” Temi called, “That doesn't look good.” Wide eyed, Elijah gasped at the armed automobiles and drones following them. Shit sang repeatedly in his head. “Does this auto have an hover feature?” Elijah asked. “No,” Alpha replied. “There is an unidentified armed person on our tail.” “Who is it?!” Temi asked. “Searching.” The car revved as the doctor took it up a bridge. “Gani Demola, registered as Scorpion from Ovic Incorporation,” Alpha said.

With one precise shot, the drone dropped. By the time she reached the sand, Ember and Ezra were already there, weapons drawn. “What was that?” Ember asked, eyeing the wreckage. Alma bent down, brushing sand from the drone's mangled body. Her eyes narrowed as a tiny projector on its side blinked red. “Message drone,” she murmured. “Military grade. Possibly Russian design but the encryption? That’s private sector.” Ezra squinted. “It’s locked with a biometric trigger. Only opens for you.”

That word, sharp as glass, froze her mid-step. Bram’s voice cut back in. “Laser grid just lit it. Confirmed: drone. Camera payload.” Varian’s hand closed into a fist. “Take it down.” The sound came seconds later: a soft, compressed pop, muffled like a silenced exhale. Out beyond the glass, something fell, a black dot plummeting from between the high-rises. It vanished into the alley’s shadows with a metallic clatter. “Got it,” Bram reported. “Custom-built. No transponder, no commercial ID.”

His heavy hands lay loose on my shoulders, ready to stabilize me at the next hard curve. “Three hundred meters!” “I’ll clear the way!” Nova called from the top deck. The rhythmic, metallic Klack-Klack-Bumm of its modified kinetic rifle halled through the thunderstorm. The projectiles equipped with tungsten tips tear the first three drones apart in the middle of the flight. The small, angular machines exploded in a cascade of cold, purple sparks. But from the sluices of the Typhon colossus flowed unstoppably new. They formed themselves

Just as she turned it on a voice of a lady was heard who was anchoring the news. “The police confirmed the three murders to be a serial murder but they suspect that the murder was done by someone who held a deep grudge against the three deceased. It is also suspected that the murderer is a doctor because of his unique way of killing the victims. So, the police gave the murderer the code name Dr. Killer. Who is this Dr. Killer and why is he killing these innocent people? And where our world is standing now? The very lesson that should be saving lives is now taking them instead. The general people are panicking over-” she turned off the tv because of the boring news. The only thing interesting