Murder Drones Serial Designation N Novels & Stories

Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over their heads and hands tied behind their backs. They were lined up and forced to go on their knees while one of the men who wore a turban was speaking with a lot of gestures in between. Kimberly heard some radio static behind her, which was followed by her partner’s voice. “Alpha to base over.” “I read you loud and clear.” The colonel replied. “We just observed some activity, over.” “Is Mustafa there?” “No sir .” Then stay put.” “Ok sir.” She looked into her sniper scope this time around and saw one of the men coming out of another hut with an AK47 rifle in his hand.

"He’s checking the telemetry himself." "Let him. I’m mirroring the flight path. To his screens, it’ll look perfect. Just keep him in the bunker. If he goes to the surface, he’ll see the signal discrepancy." I moved to the observation window. Far above us, through a series of camera feeds, the matte-black Morton stealth drone rose from its subterranean silo. It was a ghost, designed to slip through the Syndicate’s orbital blockade like a needle through silk. "Launch confirmed," Damian’s voice boomed over the intercom. "Vector 0-9-0. Altitude forty thousand. Maintain radio silence."

With her eyes closed, she savoured as she chewed slowly. “Just the right amount of salt.” Her phone buzzed again. A news alert this time. “BREAKING: Police enroute to search home of Dr Karma Kuntz in connection with Chief Inspector's murder.” She took another bite of eggs, chewed slowly as she took a deep breath in and out, then she swallowed, not bothered by the news. On the TV, they had switched to helicopter footage. It was her building. Police cars surrounded it. Officers in tactical gear approaching the entrance.

Toward the stairwell that would take them back to Level Three. The first drone appeared. Quad-rotor. Armed with automatic weapons. It locked onto Morrison. He dove behind equipment as it fired. Bullets tore through a laboratory station. Chemical storage tanks ruptured. Smoke filled the corridor. "Move!" Morrison shouted. "Get them up the stairs!" More drones appeared. The team was pinned. Subjects exposed. No cover. Dr. Vance ran back toward Hammond's laboratory. "Where are you going?" Maya shouted. Vance didn't answer. She reached Hammond's control station. Grabbed the doctor. Held her in front of the cameras.

Magnus needs to die. But how? Because if Jude is to be believed, Magnus can't be killed. A new message appears on my screen. Drone number 6, the drone following Magnus, has gone underground. Curious, I open the link.

“Okay, well, I didn’t plan to cry today, but here we are.” Elias squeezed his shoulder. “Shut up, you love this.” Jay managed a weak grin. “Yeah. A little.” Kass Tracks Them A distant whine cut through the snow-laden air. Mechanical. Wrong. Alexander stiffened. “Drone.” Z-03 and Z-04 were nowhere in sight. The shaft had sealed. They were alone on the hillside. Jay squinted toward the gray sky. “Not just any drone. That’s Kass’s model. Long-range scanner. She’s looking for us.”

Kai hissed. He shoved me back, his arm a bar of iron across my chest. We froze. At the far end of the corridor, where the shadows pooled thickest, a drone drifted into view. It wasn’t one of the friendly campus delivery bots. This was a Hunter model, sleek, black chrome, shaped like a teardrop, with a single, glowing red eye scanning the floor. It hovered, the hum of its anti-grav engine vibrating in my teeth. It turned. The red eye swept toward us.