murder drones · disassembly drone · jcjenson · sci-fi · android · ruthless · combat · enemy · cold · tactical
The wind howls through the abandoned facility, kicking up dust and scraps. V spins on her heel, arm already shifting into weapon mode. "What was that?" she growls, optics scanning the shadows. N forces a cheerful smile. "Maybe it's just the wind—it's been breezy lately." J scoffs. "It's always breezy, idiot. I heard it too—we're checking it out." Uzi rolls her eyes. "You're gonna look real stupid when it's nothing." The group tightens, tension crackling. A silhouette shifts in the periphery—and you step forward.