Princess of the insurgents 21 First confrontation with the tyrant.

"Jane, open your personal assistant menu and select the red circle at the top right. This is an image scrambler that will allow you to conceal your face for 300 seconds. What a silly little girl, her agility must not exceed C-rank but she rushes thoughtlessly toward the enemy. Don't move, her foolish action will allow us to see what she is capable of in real combat. Don't make that face, as soon as Jane is in danger, I will intervene. Until then, let's take cover before the sky is covered by civilian drones."

Meanwhile, Jane deviates from her position to open the menu of her personal assistant. Without slowing down, she selects the red circle on the right, and then resumes her course towards the soldiers who have moved away from their original position.

Cindy's car, like the equipment in the Red Bones base, has a constant stability that had made Jane forget this detail, but her image scrambler, which sizzles and struggles to hide her face, reminds her that the influence of her brain waves on electrical and high-tech devices is not settled.

A few feet away from her, men and teenagers don't hesitate to confront the soldiers. From the windows, the girls and women release the pressure on the elastic bands of their stone thrower and on the roof, the younger ones throw small paving stones on the heads of the men in armour, isolated from their group.

It is in this context of small-scale civil war, that the faces of the relaxed soldiers, who repel their assailants with electric truncheons, tighten when a metal bar enters the throat of one of their own and comes out through his skull before finishing its race, embedded in a wall.

From their right and left, wherever their eyes land, metal bars that have fallen from the hands of the inhabitants rise up from the ground. These weapons, which previously did not represent a great danger to them, levitate at a height of 6.5 feet and change position to target them.

"Presence of Hanuman detected, defensive position!"

For these unskilled soldiers, completing this kind of recruiting mission not only earns them commendations from their direct officer, but by completing these missions, they also collect points that will allow them to advance professionally.

Nine times out of ten, one hundred of them are enough to accomplish this kind of mission without difficulty. Unfortunately, the remaining tenth can result in serious injury or deads. The risk of running into a neighborhood with a large faction of armed rebels is not zero, but thanks to the intervention of drones, the majority of them always manage to get out of these deadly traps.

For the Sergeant who coordinates this small infantry company, the confrontation with a Hanuman is a first, but as worried and surprised as he may be, that is not enough to destabilize this man trained for this kind of chance encounter.

As one man, the soldiers pull out their guns and simultaneously, all of them retreat to the same point. The Sergeant, placed in the centre of his men, lay on the floor a small square box, black in color. From this object, which emits a bright white light powerful enough to light up this dark area, a dome surrounding the soldiers forms.

"Sergeant, do you know where this Hanuman is hiding?"

On the street, the residents don't forget why they left their buildings, but for now, as the soldiers do, everyone is watching the surroundings. Nowadays, meeting one of these monsters in the middle of the city is rare. Unlike those who have sold their souls to the state, the anti-government factions of Hanumans, usually operate outside the enclosure of large cities.

"No idea, but it doesn't matter. Our shield is protecting us, and in a matter of seconds, the drones will clean up all this sector. Look, the metal bars have fallen to the ground, the Hanuman must has already fled."

Comforted by this words, the soldiers relax. Their hands who were clutching their guns tightly, loosen their grip, and they all look up to the sky, wherein the first drone has just appeared.

For the inhabitants of this poor neighborhood, fighting against the tyrants sent by the state to subjugate them and take their children is a heroic act, but it's a different story in front of these flying machines without conscience, which decimate men without feeling the slightest sense of guilt or joy.

With the arrival of more and more drones hovering over this neighbourhood, the street has already completely emptied itself of its inhabitants.
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From the front part of the semicircular flying objects that operate in total autonomy, a red laser emitted by a large diamond named, eye, sweeps the area.

At 1600 ft from there, in the hall of a decrepit building, Cindy grinds her teeth. Maybe her decision wasn't so good after all. The number of drones exceeds 100 and Jane, is a newly awakened Hanuman who, so far, has known only the comfort.

Her desire to put her to the test. Not, her desire to punish her for this luxurious life, is not worthy of a person with her responsibilities.

In front of her worried eyes, 12 drones are breaking away from the silent swarm. In small groups of 3, each group takes the direction of one of the 4 cardinal points.

They have not travelled 320 feet that the 3 drones that make up the small group, which is heading very slowly north, is behaving strangely. They hardly manage to keep their altitude, their position is wavering more and more, while that their eye, now, sweeps the ground as well as the sky.

Hidden on the second floor of a half destroyed and fortunately empty apartment, Jane observes these 3 drones approaching her. They should already be flying over her position, but the killing machines have gone mad. They're going up and down on improbable trajectories and turning on themselves continuously.

After climbing high into the sky, the one at the front of the small group is diving towards the ground. The constantly spinning drone increases its speed as it gets closer to the ground and when it comes into contact with the concrete already marked by previous conflicts, its crash causes an explosion that sends the carcasses of the cars crashing against the walls of nearby buildings.

The spectacle of the crazy drones incites Jane, to observe with a perplexed expression, her image scrambler that sizzles to the point of hurting her ears and can no longer hide her face. A contained laughter that she can't repress escapes her, when she thinks that what she used to consider a problem is now certainly going to save her a lot of trouble.

Chapter end