Murder Drones Serial Designation N Novels & Stories

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.

I hissed, grabbing his forearm. In the gaping hole where the windows had been, three sleek, matte-black drones hovered, their optical sensors glowing a menacing crimson. This wasn't a standard assassination; this was a high-frequency surgical strike. The Architect wasn't just cleaning up; he was erasing the evidence. "I’ll draw their fire," Julian said, his thumb grazing my cheek, a fleeting, electric touch that felt like a goodbye. "When I move, you grab the drive. Don’t look back, Elara. Just run for the service stairs."

“They’re already here!” They ran. Reyes was already pulling a jammer from his pack. “If we can cross the ridge, I can broadcast a scramble pulse—” Too late. One of the units slammed into the earth ahead, throwing up soil and metal. A blade unfolded from its side—spindly, gleaming, insectile. It scanned them. > TARGET CONFIRMED: R-113 ASSOCIATES CONTAINMENT: LETHAL The drone lunged. Lucian tackled it mid-air, ripping it off-course—but another landed just behind them.

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

Rain held back, screwing the lid back on the water and waiting to hear what Mist had to say before she let herself panic. “Drones,” Mist replied on a loud exhale. “They’re heat seeking drones, so they don’t just rely on visual location finders, but they’ll also pick up any animal over a hundred pounds.” “Dang, I knew I shouldn’t have had that second meat stick this morning,” Walt joked.

Owen tells them. “Liv kept repeating the phrase 'The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom..' She pondered it for a long while before she turned to me with wide eyes to ask me 'Could he or she be talking about a killer?' Then she held up a hand, like I was going to interrupt her. She said 'Just think about it for a moment.. most serial killers kill because they like it. Right? They get this sick, twisted little thrill from it. Like your brother. So if a 'master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom' could he be saying that a killer is merely a slave to his own sadistic whims? That a man kills because he is drawn to and he can't help himself?' She looked so cute, being so serio

12 Sectors. 12 Sectors that each of us had to clear along with each of their security checks and traps. Grant now releasing a couple of drones given to us by Tony once we had cleared the base of the mountain. Our drones designed specifically with reflectors to help them blend in with their surrounding area. Kind of like a camouflage. The drones giving us a boost to our systems while giving Tony and his team the access they needed to hack into each security system. Because without our bots, our gear would have been fried upon setting foot into the first set of traps. Each of us passing through 3 EMP grids, 2 land mines and 4 turrets. Each turret designed to hold poison arrows and toxic gas.

It kept moving, relentless, mechanical joints shrieking. “Alexander!” Ethan barked. “EMP charge — now!” Alexander dropped to one knee, fumbling with the satchel. “I only have one pulse grenade left — it’ll fry every circuit in range, including our lamps!” “Then aim it right,” Mira said. The second drone emerged from the mist — smaller, faster. It darted up the incline, claws scraping against the tunnel wall. Lorren stumbled backward, his lantern crashing into the water and hissing out.

The blue beams of the drones' plasma cannons missed us by inches, lighting up the interior of the cockpit with a ghostly, neon glow. "They're circling for another pass," Killian said, his jaw set. "Elena, I can't outfly them in this bucket. It’s built for escape, not dogfighting." I looked at the drones. They were beautiful, in a cold, murderous way. They represented everything the Matriarch stood for—nature perfected by cold, unfeeling steel. "You don't have to outfly them," I said. I moved toward the airlock at the rear of the pod.

Damien’s dark eyes burned, sharp and unflinching, his fist tightening around his sidearm. “She’s still alive,” he growled. “And she wants us to know it.” Under Fire Again Before we could react... Combat drones launched, swarming fast from hidden silos, their laser sights flashing deadly red. Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the howling wind: “DRONES INCOMING!” Gunfire erupted. Damien charged forward, cutting through two drones with merciless precision, forcing them back with deadly efficiency. I pushed toward Kyle’s damaged console, desperately bypassing the jammed comm system.“I can’t break through!” Kyle shouted. “She’s locked us out!”