GLITCH

“For a second, he didn't believe what he was seeing, tried to convince himself that he was still sleeping, caught in a horrible nightmare. The darkness was not empty. Eyes were lurking out there. Monstrous neon-blue eyes. Dozens of them. Jeff turned around and started running faster than he ever had in his life. Missy noticed his panic and followed him barking loudly. He opened the alarm device and pressed the emergency button. Suddenly a shrill alarm rose all across the settlement; white lights sprang on everywhere. "They found us!" Jeff yelled into the device frantically, hoping that everyone having one could hear him now, "Ambush...Blue Death approaching from the south. God save us all!" Those were his last words. Less than a second later, he felt a brutal force kick him off his feet and terrible pain. He landed in a puddle of his own blood, coming from a big hole in his chest. The last thing he saw before he died was a horrific mechanical creature, vaguely resembling a cat-sized scorpion, jumping Missy and ripping her head off with its claws. *** "I'm afraid God's busy," Metatron said with blatant amusement in his voice as he watched how his people downright executed the man and his dog, "Can we help you?”
― Anna Mocikat, Behind Blue Eyes

“For a second, he didn't believe what he was seeing, tried to convince himself that he was still sleeping, caught in a horrible nightmare. The darkness was not empty. Eyes were lurking out there. Monstrous neon-blue eyes. Dozens of them. Jeff turned around and started running faster than he ever had in his life. Missy noticed his panic and followed him barking loudly. He opened the alarm device and pressed the emergency button. Suddenly a shrill alarm rose all across the settlement; white lights sprang on everywhere. "They found us!" Jeff yelled into the device frantically, hoping that everyone having one could hear him now, "Ambush...Blue Death approaching from the south. God save us all!" Those were his last words. Less than a second later, he felt a brutal force kick him off his feet and terrible pain. He landed in a puddle of his own blood, coming from a big hole in his chest. The last thing he saw before he died was a horrific mechanical creature, vaguely resembling a cat-sized scorpion, jumping Missy and ripping her head off with its claws. *** "I'm”
― Anna Mocikat, Behind Blue Eyes

“It was unfortunate that they had been spotted by coincidence and hadn't been able to take out the man before he alarmed the camp, but in the end, it wouldn't make any difference. The outcome would simply be delayed by a few minutes. "Proceed as planned," he instructed his units on the ground, "Strike." The command was what Nephilim had been waiting for. Her artificial muscles sprang into action, and she rushed forward. So did the rest of her squad. Coming from all sides, they raided the settlement like a pack of hungry wolves. Within seconds the first houses were stormed and cleared without much effort. Most inhabitants were still half asleep and didn't give much of a fight when the blue-eyed killers invaded their homes, putting bullets through their heads. Screams of panic and agony could be heard everywhere, so loud that they almost drowned the shrill alarm. People tried to flee, ran helplessly in all directions, but there was no escape from an enemy that could move ten times faster. Others fell to their knees and begged for mercy, even though it was futile. The Angels knew no mercy. But soon it turned out that the inhabitants of the settlement weren't as helpless as recon had initially indicated. After the first few minutes, which had indeed been like a walk in the park, Nephilim and her comrades encountered heavy resistance. As they approached the inner area of the former industrial facility, the enemy opened fire. Through the eyes of her drone flying above her, Nephilim spotted shooters taking position on the roof of an old brick factory”
― Anna Mocikat, Behind Blue Eyes

“Prepare drones," Metatron commanded. Nephilim grabbed her backpack and put it on the ground beside her feet. She opened it and revealed a black metallic cube. It made a soft click as it came to life. Within seconds it enfolded itself and turned into a flying drone—slightly resembling a black firefly—that was about the size of a small eagle. It hovered next to Nephilim's head, humming softly. Each one of the soldiers had unique drones, directly linked to their neural system. Some drones had flying capabilities, others resembled ground predators in the form of insects or mammals. To be able to simultaneously, mentally control a drone during actual combat was difficult, required years of practice, and brought the term multi-tasking to a whole new level. However, once mastered, it was an incredibly effective combat tool. Nephilim held still and waited for the commander to order the assault. She wasn't excited or scared that she was about to go into battle. Her artificially augmented heart didn't beat faster. Her lungs, securely sealed through a silicate membrane from any kind of poison or chemical warfare attack, didn't enhance their pace. Her mind was focused and clear. So were her ice-cold, artificially blue eyes, studying the target area. She came here to do her job, her duty. What she had been created for. The righteous thing. Furthermore, it was something she was very good at. Adriel had stated, prior to leaving Olympias, that they should be back by breakfast. The target area ahead was in shabby condition. Shacks and makeshift houses built in and around the ruins of old, overgrown industrial premises. The location was partly hidden by the remains of an old Highway bridge, its old asphalt cracked, with weeds growing everywhere, and some of its circling sidearms had collapsed. The ancient roads and self-made paths were covered with mud. It had been raining a lot, as it almost always did in this area. This was only one of the reasons why any sane person would never understand that people actually chose to live here. The small settlement was surrounded by some archaic plantations and little fields, hidden in between old buildings. Everything here was designed to stay unnoticed, to not be found. And yet they had been discovered. Eventually, all of them were. Metatron was right. These subjects here were completely oblivious of what was coming their way. Only a few guards were on duty, sitting on two of the old chimneys of the facility. They would have no chance to spot the attacking troops before sharpshooters took them out. After that, they would ambush those that remained in their sleep. Standard procedure, requiring a minimum of time, resources, and casualties. Nephilim's scanner showed one hundred twenty-six human life forms in the settlement. There wouldn't be any left when the sun rose in less than an hour. *** Jeff woke up from a bad dream. He couldn't remember what it was he had dreamt, but it had left him with this uneasy feeling”
― Anna Mocikat, Behind Blue Eyes