Murder Drones Serial Designation N Novels & Stories

Then the sky fills with the mechanical whine of drones . Adrian stiffens. I look up through the broken roof . Black drones swarm like angry wasps , red lights blinking, giant screens on their bellies flashing the same image over and over. Adrian’s face. Underneath, in bold white letters : WANTED : TURNED TRAITOR – DEAD OR ALIVE REWARD : 5 MILLION CREDITS NIGHTWATCH DIRECTIVE 66 – TERMINATE ON SIGHT His wanted poster loops, again and again, his silver eyes staring down at us like a ghost.

Valerius growled, preparing to release his protective mist. But it's not magic. It was the thermal sensor of the Vanguard Inner City Security Division's "Black-Widow" micro combat drone squadron. The drone's red eyes are not a curse, but rather a mini-sized nuclear-powered target locking laser. Before the ancient Alpha could even summon his arcane shield, a merciless barrage of hyper-velocity rounds shattered the concrete beneath his feet. As the mechanical swarm descended for the kill, Valerius realized with chilling dread that in this new metallic era, technology was the ultimate apex predator.

“You’ve got two.” The Unveiling The crate opened with a hiss, revealing its contents: a series of sleek black drones, each equipped with advanced weaponry and surveillance equipment. “Drones,” Elena muttered, her stomach sinking. “He’s not moving cargo he’s arming his network.” Luca examined one of the drones. “These are military-grade. If he’s got a shipment this big, it’s only a fraction of what he’s planning to deploy.” Before Elena could respond, Vargas’s voice came over the comms, tense and urgent. “Heads up! Reinforcements inbound multiple vehicles heading your way.”

Lucien ordered one to the left flank, the other to the right. As they converged on the control terminal, Anton fired a single round at the turret base. Sparks flew. The turret collapsed in slow death. Matteo cut another cable. “Two down.” But then an alarm boomed in the second hangar. A rumble like steel doors sliding. A framework snapped open above. From the suspended catwalk above, gunmetal drones began to drop—each the size of a small dog. They descended on silent rotors like a swarm. Seraphina blinked. “They built an internal defense swarm.”

Both Squad 44 GLT-class and GRD-class already reach the top of the wall. “Alright, this is the quill. Appsylon!” said the GLT-class. “[Understood, Herrscher.]” said Appsylon. Her drone using laser to cut the quill into two pieces then load it into her cannon. “This is GLT-class Herrscher, I’m ready to shoot. And my drone is continued to collecting the ammo from the quill. Over!” said the GLT-class. “Copy that, GLT-class. You are free to shoot." said Cornelio.

A high-frequency scream tore through the mountain air, cutting off the wind's roar. Above the tree line, a sleek, razor-thin interceptor drone plummeted through the clouds, its silver chassis reflecting the white of the ice below. It hovered like a metal hornet, fifty paces from the edge of the platform. Its chin-turret—a heavy, twin-barrel optical disruptor—whirled in a silent, motorized orbit, its purple lenses seeking the unique electromagnetic signature of Noah’s chest-mounted core terminal.

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".

“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!”

Because, unless things changed, or secrets leaked, there are only two people in the world knew exactly what my drones were capable of beyond flying around taking footage and mapping spaces. Thanks to Titan's ingenuity and my access to discreet fabrication, each of my "survellance" drones were outfitted with cutting-edge, lightweight electromagnetic pulse guns. If two or more focused on that van, it could be slowed to a stop. Two people--Not Gerald, nor Allison. Just myself and the man who designed them. "ASP," I spoke to the AI assistant "Tell the nearest drones to focus on the white van heading south from my current location. Protocol Omega 3"

I whispered, "you’re going to have to find her in the dark." I initiated a recursive wipe. The blue pillar of silicon began to scream—a literal, high-pitched electronic wail as I began to shred the "Batch" lists. "Stop her!" the female voice commanded. The vault didn't have guards. it had defenders. Two panels in the ceiling slid back, and sleek, quadrupedal drones—resembling skeletal hounds made of carbon fiber—dropped to the floor. Their optical sensors glowed a predatory crimson. I pulled the matte-black pistol Julian had given me. My heart was a drum, but my hand was steady. I fired, the suppressed rounds thudding into the lead drone’s chassis, but it didn't slow down. It was built to ab