Murder Drones Tessa Fanart Novels & Stories

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"

she asked. “They’re our other friends back in the dorm,” Dorin answered her. “Azra is a caladrius, while Dagon is a baby dragon Johan hatched from an egg.” He went closer to Eirian and lowered his voice. “We had to register Azra as a familiar so she can stay in out room.”

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.

Blinded by her anger, Tessa cannot refrain herself from letting out her frustration, "Tch... If it were not for those bastards Light and Joan, who insisted on the revocation of my position, I wouldn't be coming to this kind of disgusting area. Just you wait. I'll cut your heads off after I’m done assassinating that bitch, Selina Hayes." On the other hand, Selina is pleased and says, "It seems our hatred is mutual, Tessa, and because of that, I have a light heart in turning you into my poison experiment rat." Selina takes out a coated dart and reloads it into the mini crossbow on her left arm. Following that, a small and quick sharp sound is heard echoing in Tessa's direction. "Argh... What w

The head of the Black Dragons and the child syndicates were busy talking with each other, unbothered about the surroundings. Tss. They don't know that their business is gone. "10 seconds," I said. "Time to kill these as*holes," Aycxe murmured and positioned herself. With a quick move, the leader of the Black Dragons fell to the floor, followed by the fall of the child seller he was talking to. Noella and I just whistled as we watched their bloody heads. The surroundings started to get chaotic and they were about to run away but it was too late for them.

Forsaking the ability to be a man would be far easier. Ashrac's newest toy is a drone used by the earth realm's U.S. military, or so he tells me. It doesn't work, but Ashrac broke it down and rebuilt it so he knows everything it can do. Acasia explained over tea that Dmitri, an earth realm vampire and friend, is creating documentation so Ashrac can attend one of earth's scientific colleges in about twenty-five years. It will be good for him.

The catwalk gave way. I lunged forward, grabbed the edge, and looked down. Marta was hanging by one arm from a support beam ten feet below, clawing at the wall. "You can still give up," I shouted. "You still think this is about resistance?" She let go. I thought she’d fall. She didn’t. Something caught her. A drone. Small, sleek, stealth-designed. She latched onto it and vanished into the shadows. Silence. ********* Back in the chamber, DeWitt was already shredding the hardlines.

"We kill them all." "We kill all of the chasens?" Rodrick asked. "Yes." "Sweetheart, the chasens are an entire race, how on earth are we going to kill them all?" Vera said. "I had a dream," Molly said. "A dream about what?" Det. Brighton asked. "I don't know what to make of it but I'm hoping you can help." "O.k.," Rodrick said and Molly pulled up a chair and sat down as Det. Brighton who had stood up sat back down.

"I told it that Mother is the threat to the system's longevity. Now we wait to see if it believes the lie." The front door groaned as the hinges began to melt, sparks flying into the room like dying stars. Through the smoke, a silhouette stepped in—not a security guard, but a drone, hovering silently, its red optical sensor spinning in the dark. It didn't aim at them. It turned toward the hallway, its weapon systems locking onto the incoming security team. "It works," Pim whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs. "It’s defending the server." "It's not defending us," Chalida noted, backing away as the drone fired a volley of suppressing fire into the hallway. The screams of the guards

He especially liked the soft smattering of freckles on the tops of her cheeks and the thickness of her thighs… But then the realisation settled in, sobering the Alpha. This was Chloe's blood. *Lucas, we've got visuals on the target.* Alex's voice broke in before the rage could take hold. *He's coming back your way.* Lucas didn't answer right away; he couldn't. His mind was conjuring up a scenario using the pieces of evidence they had. There was no doubt that his mate had been here but so had Rivers. Had Rivers killed the men? Perhaps Chloe had been trying to escape but why then shoot a human? Were they in on whatever Plan Omar Rivers had? Had Rivers planned to sell the girls on when he caugh