Stories tagged “Next Breed of Thief”

  • In The Dark

    I admired the hefty weapon. Even turned off, the sabretaser could be used to knock someone senseless. Concealed in the bottom was a spring loaded knife, so in a pinch one could flip it over and stab an enemy. I wondered if it would cut through fibergla...

  • Two Hundred

    The guard was quickly knocked out while I took the droid out of commission with the sabretaser. The jolt threw the droid into diagnostic mode, which only lasted a few dozen seconds. It was all the time, however, that Fetus needed. She removed the indus...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Collective Gasp

    Fetus snapped the panel back into place in the rear of the droid. “Phase one complete,” she announced while returning her earrings and picking up her gun. Daemon zipped the suit, two of the lackeys caressing his pecs until Hard Drive growle...

  • If It Weren't For the Retinal Scan..

    Daemon stepped through the doorway, now wearing the jumpsuit of a MegaCorp foot soldier. Fetus moved the droid into position. A scanner bot electronically frisked them, standard procedure for the changing of the guard, beginning at the toes. It reached...

  • A Brief Respite

    Those of us who had run paused at the door. I could see the concentration written all over Acrylic’s face—hacking through various networks as he came within virtual earshot, dropping them as we left. I had no idea how he managed. “Gotta g...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • Going Up

    Acrylic shifted to a neutral standing position, apparently staring off at the wall. It seemed as though he were just standing there, but I knew he was going through networks like a nanotube blade through concrete. I glanced over at Fetus, who was busy ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • The Brains Behind the Operation

    “Give us one exemplary reason as to why we ought not,” challenged Acrylic. The man, his hands up in mock surrender, sidestepped closer to us. He seemed to look pensive for a brief moment, but then he just shrugged his shoulders. “I ca...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • A Flare for the Macabre

    As Fetus dealt with the machines with a ferocity I’d not expected out of her, I noticed the faint scoring the lasers dealt the glass. Remembering why we had come, I ducked the attempt of one of the automatons to kill me as Acrylic produced a dead...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Going Up, Again

    As Acrylic got out his grappling-gun, I tried to change the subject. “So why don’t you think you can see the plans anymore?” Turning his face me, he explained, “It is my belief that MegaCorp has at last detected our intrusion—...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Damage

    We struggled to get our bearings after our heads popped out of the vent shaft like prairie dogs in the night. A flutter of several lights off to the side caught our attention; the humming, hissing, and whirring noises told us these were maintenance bot...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Going Down

    “Oh no, Fetus, can you fix him?!” Suddenly, the mission seemed doomed. This was the first time panic had caused the rush of adrenaline to flood my capillaries. Something on the roof beeped. A machine began to whir. “No time!” I ...

  • Fire Escape

    Acrylic, bewildered, looked around nervously. Fetus’ now-gloved hand remained at her ear. “What?” she demanded, unusual emotion coloring her voice. “Why?” Frustrated, she glanced our way. “Hard Drive says meet them a...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Sacrifice

    “Drones, 4 o’clock.” Fetus announced. She ducked while I aimed over her back, but the sabre taser did not warm up. “Crap!” “Chips are wiped,” Fetus calmly intoned. “What do we do?!” “Duck.R...

  • The Drive for Freedom

    Acrylic righted himself up, fumbling as Fetus’ limp body flopped down across the back seats. Hard Drive turned his head to face them, neon lights glinting irregularly off his bald dome. “You okay back there?” he rasped. “Who are...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 6 years ago.
  • Down and Out [Version 1]

    Chance. It is not something one likes to bring to mind. The Everyman would deign to believe it is not he who will be the one in a million on whose number the roulette wheel settles, but someone must fill the position. That fateful evening, it was I. I ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 5 years ago.