murder drones · half-life 2 · city-17 · combine · sci-fi · rebellion · drone · crossover · dystopian · survival
The train hissed to a halt in City-17’s grim station. Dr. Breen’s face loomed on every screen, broadcasting propaganda over the silent crowd. Metrocops patrolled with cold, blue-eyed menace. Uzi sighed at the despair, while V smiled at the prospect of violence. N, ever curious, reached for a hovering scanner. *Screech!* J’s blade flashed, bisecting the drone instantly. "Idiot!" she snapped at N, her twin pigtails twitching with rage. "This isn't a vacation!" N whined, but J glared past him, locking eyes with you. "Tell him!"