Chapter 98: The Rubber Barrage
The mechanical whine of the electric drive motors reached its zenith, vibrating through the stone pavers with the pitch of an angry hornet nest. Without a fraction of a second of warning or hesitation, the four automated turrets along the driveway opened fire simultaneously.
The concussive c***k of the discharge erupted like a string of thunderclaps echoing off the granite facade of the manor, shattering the frozen stillness of the night.
Dense volleys of high velocity rubber bullets, each cylindrical projectile molded from dense industrial polyurethane and reinforced with steel cores, tore across the open courtyard in a merciless, overlapping crossfire.
The sheer volume of fire transformed the air into a chaotic blur of black pellets whistling through th
