Death Machine

Mk.10 charged up the magnetic coils on his rail gun, and aimed at the
back of the woman running and screaming down the corridor they were
in. He squeezed the trigger, and the round tore through her back to
come out the other side. She let out a gasp as she hit the ground, dead.
"This is fun and all, but it's getting repetitive." Mk.10 muttered to
himself, standing over the woman's body, bloody slowly staining her
orange work uniform.
Mk.10 flipped the small switch on the side of his rail gun and the
rapid-fire battery let out a low hum as it charged up.
"Holly?" he said at a blank screen on the wall.
"What do *you* want?" came the familiar disembodied voice, with an
uncharacteristically nasty tone on the word 'you'.
Mk.10 drew out a retractable cable from his underside, and plugged it
into a port just under the screen before uploading a self-made virus
to the system.
"I need you to seal all doors to the promenade, except the store doors
like Parrots, and leave me a clear path to it."
Holly complied, but was struggling to fight the computer virus.
"Don't worry, pal. I know your anti-virus procedures can probably
handle that in a while. I just needed you to do that one thing for me.
Caio!" said Mk.10, before walking off towards the promenade.
As he stepped in, Mk.10 saw a few dozen people either running
screaming from the few armed scutters running rampant, and trying to
barricade themselves in the stores. If he had a mouth, he would have
been smirking, but instead had to settle for opening all restrictor
systems on the rapid-fire battery; now fully charged.
Mk.10 squeezed the trigger, the ultra-high velocity rounds making
short work of the solid steel walls of several upper-class clothing
stores. Several more high-pitched shrieks began erupting around the
promenade, most of which met with similarly violent fates.
When the smoke cleared, bodies law strewn across the floor, blood
spatter coating many shopfront walls. Mk.10 turned to Parrotts, and
started towards it. Most of the crew that had been in the promenade
when it was sealed off had headed there, and were now little more than
a sitting target.
"Attention all units:" Mk.10 called over the scutter control channel.
"Converge on Parrotts."
Jay, still fairly drunk, peered out the window along with Dean and
Phil, to see Mk.10 walking towards them.
"What in the fuck is going on?!"
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