Unit HAZE

Part 8

Part 8
England was currently under siege.
At the underground entrance used by unit members, a large gunfight was playing out.
But only one side was taking casualties.
The underground researchers were just scientists. They had never held guns before, and defence usually rested on the unit members. But with the only member in the country not coming to their aid, they were being slaughtered.
The enemy numbered at three.
Three mechanical bodies of varying shapes.
Up front was one with a humanoid figure, wielding a large gun with a double barrel. Each barrel shot explosive rounds the size of a coffee can. It had the name DBmk3.
Behind that suit was a smaller one that had a singular wheel instead of legs. It's arms were long slender blades that seemed to cut everything in sight. This one was apparently called RAhs1, but was dubbed as 'head hunter' due to the fact it enjoyed severing the heads of the scientists.
The one at the back was the most troublesome. It walked on eight legs, and was basically a moving cannon. After charging, it would fire several supersonic projectiles in quick succession. This one was nicknamed the 'Octo-railgun'. Along the barrel was OCT-rlgun. The nickname was actually longer than the name it was given, but the nickname accurately described what the Octo-railgun was.
The assault began at 12:00pm on the mark. It was now 12:21pm. The fact that they had survived for twenty minutes was a miracle in itself. Sooner or later though, these scientists would all be killed if aid did not arrive soon, but chances of a unit member coming to save them were low. So low that committing suicide seemed a more definite way of avoiding death by robots.
Many scientists dropped their guns after seeing others die. Others lost their minds, shooting blindly at the suits, knowing full well that nothing would happen. The situation was that hopeless.
Normally, an attack would be easy to deal with, even without unit members present. This was because of the massive leap in technology between the underground and the outside would. But these suits were more advanced than the cutting edge underground robotic systems. Also, none of the security systems were activating for some reason. The scientists assumed this was because one of the robots had hacked them; an otherwise impossible notion.
They seemed to run on algorithms that targeted anyone, not a specific person. Of course, no one could get close enough to see if this would cause a sudden change in target. But then again, none of them WANTED to get close enough.
The suits were relentless. The scientists stood no chance.
At that point, the English police arrived.
The octo-railgun aimed at them, firing without waiting for a response.
Four. Five shots. Five shots, all about 4 times the speed of sound. Although the actual projectile was the size of a tennis ball, the extreme power and speed would cause mass destruction.
The hominid suit aimed its overly powered gun at another police car. The colossal finger of metal weighed down on the trigger.
No shot was fired.
The gun was not at fault.
The trigger had simply not been pulled.
The suit slowly turned to the eight legged body, and fired a shot.
One of the eight legs was blown away, causing the body to collapse slightly. After that, the other suit had to reload.
During that time, a single shot was fired by the now seven legged railgun. To protect itself, the bipedal suit held its gun in front of it. As the tennis ball sized projectile and mass of metal collided, the gun shattered, with the force of the impact pushing the suit back. But the gun had successfully nullified the threat of the railgun shot.
But in that moment, the suit was torn apart by four more shots. There weren't even any remains to fall to the ground. It was no more than scraps of metal and clumps of dust.
"There goes my one weapon. Guess I need to wait for the others." Walking from the bus depot was a young boy with an unhealthy complexion and a lab coat. All of the scientists recognised him immediately due to his unforgettable character.
Urushiro Haruke; the boy who reads minds.
"Hey, dumbass scientists! Hurry up and hide down the stairs! I'll hold off the small one! The big one won't be able to get down there, but it'll definitely shoot the hell outta the place!" Without hesitation, all of the scientists charge to the stairway that would lead them to the safety of the underground. Some of them had the misfortune of being shot down by a railgun, but the majority made it to sanctuary.
(I said all that, but that fired power could just make a big hole to fall down. I can't touch that thing though, and my one weapon is gone. Fuck.)
The wheeled body went to cut off his head at high speeds. Without looking, he ducked down to avoid it. He then jumped back a few steps.
"This should be interesting. I may not be that guy from the Ethereal project, but I can still dodge most attacks since I can see the entire area at once." His said with pride.
Several more slashes came, with each being avoided with ease. But although things looked well, Haruke had no effective way of fighting back. He was just hoping to distract the manoeuvrable body so that the scientists would be safe. Once the others arrived, he could rest easy. But just when would they arrive, anyway?
On a side note; Haruke could only control the main suit because that was the only suit that was built for use by humans. He could use false impulses to control that suit by mimicking a human brain. The others, however, were free thinkers.
The railgun completely ignored Haruke and strolled towards the underground entrance.
(Shit.)