Murder Drones: Perfect Organism | Aliens Vs. Murder Drones

Chapter 12

The dull hum of the air ducts echoed through the dimly lit room as N stirred from his slumber, his senses tingling with the unmistakable presence of something amiss. With a graceful twist, he righted himself, his metallic frame poised for action as he prepared to investigate the source of the disturbance.

But before he could leap into action, the sound of footsteps drew near, and Khan entered the room, his weary expression darkening at the sight of N hanging from the ceiling like some sort of metallic bat.

"N, what in the world are you doing?" Khan's voice was tinged with frustration as he took in the unusual sight.

"Nevermind. Where is Uzi?" Khan demanded, his voice laced with frustration and worry. "And why are you still here?"

N's optics flickered with concern as he registered Khan's distress, his circuits buzzing with the weight of unspoken fears. "I don't know, Mr. Uzi. She hasn't come back yet?" he admitted, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Khan's digital brow furrowed in disapproval, but before he could reprimand N further, a wave of concern washed over him. "No. I've been trying to reach the school, but there's been no response."

N's processors whirred with worry as he shook his head. "No, she hasn't. And I heard something in the ducts... I think something might be wrong."

Khan's gaze hardened at N's words, his mind racing with the worst-case scenarios. But before he could formulate a plan of action, there was a sharp knock at the door, interrupting their conversation.

Khan approached the door cautiously, his hand hovering over the latch as he prepared for whatever news awaited him on the other side. With a deep breath, he swung the door open, revealing Ron, a member of the Worker Defense Force, standing on the threshold.

"Khan, we've got a situation," Ron began, his voice urgent. "A pair of bodies was found near the school. We need to investigate."

"Ron? Why are you...?" Khan wondered aloud. Ron was just a door guard, he shouldn't be telling Khan about crime scenes. That was someone else's job.

"Our guys are disappearing left and right. We've been getting missing reports all day."

Khan's oil ran cold at Ron's words, the gravity of the situation hitting him like a freight train. He glanced back at N, his expression a mixture of concern and determination.

"N, you stay here," Khan ordered, his voice firm. "I'll handle this."

But N, fueled by worry for Uzi's safety, refused to back down. With a determined gleam in his optics, he unsheathed his claws, a silent declaration of his resolve.

"No, Mr. Uzi. I'm coming with you," N insisted, his voice unwavering.

Khan's optics hollowed in surprise at N's defiance, a flicker of fear crossing his features at the sight of the deadly weapons in N's grasp. For a moment, he hesitated, torn between his desire to protect Uzi and his duty to investigate the situation at hand.

But in the end, the urgency of the moment won out. With a resigned sigh, Khan relented, knowing that they needed all the help they could get.

"Fine," he conceded, his tone heavy with resignation. "But stay close, and do exactly as I say."

And with that, Khan and N set off into the unknown, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the bunker's corridors as they ventured towards the school.

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As Khan, N, and Ron approached the scene of the grisly discovery, their synthetic nasal senses were assaulted by the acrid stench of death that hung heavy in the air. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the ground, their forms frozen in the throes of eternal slumber.