Murder Drones Unresolved Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

Adrian hissed into his dead comms, "you lying bastard, you gave them our exact position, didn't you?" The silence from his earpiece was the only answer he needed. The red laser lock settled firmly on his chest, then moved to Victor’s. The end was no longer a question; it was a countdown. And as the whine of the drone’s cannon reached a crescendo, Adrian realized that for all his strength, for all his enhancements, he was still just a man trapped in a world that wanted him deleted. He didn't run. He grabbed Victor’s hand, squeezed it tight, and stared directly into the drone’s unblinking, mechanical eye.

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

Ayesha’s instincts screamed trap. And she was right. Halfway down the first corridor— The walls hissed open. Armed drones activated, targeting them instantly. “DOWN!” Adrian yelled, shoving Ayesha aside as the drones opened fire. The air filled with the whir of mechanical wings and the sharp crack of bullets. Leena rolled into cover, firing two precise shots. The first drone exploded, crashing to the ground in a tangle of sparks. But there were dozens more. Zayn cursed, pulling a small EMP grenade from his vest.

It’s three AM. Eve is asleep in the sanctuary. I watched her drift off, waited until her breathing evened out, and then I left. I tried, but I couldn't just lay there. I couldn't close my eyes. Every time I tried, I saw the drone. I saw the red light. I saw the words PEEKABOO! WE SEE YOU. So I came down here to interrogate the machine. The wreckage of the drone is spread out on the table in front of me like an autopsy. I tore it apart. I didn't use screwdrivers. When a casing wouldn't yield, I smashed it against the table edge. When a wire wouldn't pull free, I ripped it out.

His features were unrecognizable. Something inside me snapped, and I began wailing uncontrollably. Esther walked over and tried to comfort me. "Eve, is he really Leo? Aww. Don't be too sad. The dead can't come back to life–" I pushed her away and lunged forward before grabbing her by the collar. "You killed him!" She fell to the ground and looked aggrieved. "Eve! I told you it wasn't on purpose! What are you doing?" "Not on purpose? Why didn't you say that when you stopped me from calling emergency services?"

Meredith’s eyes narrowed slightly. Charlotte continued, “Tell him he can’t optimize what he can’t own.” Meredith’s smile returned, but colder. “I’ll tell him.” She shouldered her backpack, turned, and walked out into the wind. No drama. No violence. Just inevitability. That night, the first drone appeared. High altitude. Silent. A single dark speck hovering beyond normal sight. Riven spotted it anyway, head tilted toward the sky as if listening to a sound nobody else could hear.

But one drone slipped past. It was fast. It ignored the kids. It zoomed straight for the tent where Serenity lay unconscious. "NO!" Jackson didn't have time to pump his shotgun. He dropped the gun and grabbed the flying metal squid with his bare hands. The drone’s tentacles wrapped around his arm, slicing through his shirt and skin. Blood sprayed. Jackson didn't let go. He roared, his eyes burning with fury. He slammed the drone against the concrete pillar. SMASH. The drone twitched. Jackson hit it again. And again. Until it was nothing but scrap metal and wires.

It vibrated through the air, low and cold. “What do you want?” he hissed. “To finish what your father started.” Alessio’s pulse hammered. “He’s dead.” “So are you. You just don’t know it yet.” A soft whine filled the air mechanically, sharp. Drones. Alessio looked up, and his stomach dropped. Three of them crawled through the tunnel opening, their red sensors blinking like hungry eyes. He aimed his gun, but before he could shoot, one of them spoke. “Blood sample confirmed. Target: Noa viable.”

The moment the vault hissed open, they slipped inside—and the trap snapped shut. A soft whir filled the air. Lights blinked on. Drones. Small, sleek, and deadly. They hovered like insects, surrounding them in a perfect circle. Roman pulled his weapon. “They were waiting.” Eden clenched her jaw. “Let them wait.” She moved first, ducking low as Roman opened fire. Sparks erupted from the drones as they retaliated. Eden rolled across the floor, diving for the server wall as Kessler shouted coordinates through his headset. Everything blurred—gunfire, warning sirens, the crackle of destroyed equipment. But Eden didn’t stop. She moved by instinct. By fury.

’ ‘So you are saying,’ started the sub-inspector disbelievingly, ‘Mr Dhruv went out from that door, ran all the way around the house to Esha’s room and murdered her?’ ‘I am not saying anything, Navpreet. And the kind of influence Mr Dhruv has, he wouldn’t involve himself in a murder. He would rather hire someone to do that for him.’ ‘You are confusing me, sir,’ said the sub-inspector irritably. ‘Many cases have been closed with lesser evidence than what we have here.’ ‘Wrongly closed,’ added the inspector seriously. ‘Fine, give me one logical explanation how that sweater went to Anubhav’s room.’