Chapter 01: Prison Break.

The criminals slowed their sprint.

A confused murmur rippled through the crowd. Three girls with white skin and blue hair were blocking the bridge—their only path to freedom.

To the prisoners, this looked like a joke. Why would three girls who looked like lost cosplayers stand in the way of a desperate mob? The public knew nothing about the E-UNIT project; no news reports, no specs, no warnings. The flying display earlier was just a blur.

They saw only obstacles. Weak ones.

The mob accelerated.

E-UNIT 02’s eyes narrowed. Her voice cut through the comms, cold and monotone.

“Attack.”

The E-UNITs blurred into motion.

She didn't brace herself. She didn't take a stance. She simply walked into him.

THUD.

It wasn't the sound of a fist hitting flesh. It was the sound of a high-speed car hitting a deer.

Her fist buried itself in his gut. The prisoner froze, his momentum dying instantly as he retched blood. But 02 wasn’t done. Her database confirmed that adult males could withstand significant pain, so she didn't hold back.

As he doubled over, clutching his stomach—

CRACK!

Her boot connected with his jaw. The sound of metal meeting bone echoed across the bridge. He fell backward, barely conscious, before a follow-up kick to the chest launched him into his comrades like a ragdoll.

03 was next.

She faced the second attacker. He threw a punch, but to her, it moved in slow motion. She didn't even block. She countered with a straight right—a blow with the kinetic energy of a truck moving at 100 km/h.

The man spun like a top.

“Hiyah!”

03 followed up with a spinning heel kick. The man went airborne, sailing clear across the gap until—SPLAT. He hit the prison’s exterior wall, his blood leaving a gruesome abstract painting on the concrete.

05 was the ruthless one.

The third prisoner hesitated, terrified by the violence. It didn't save him. 05 dashed in, catching his fist mid-swing.

She twisted his wrist. The sound of the fracture was audible meters away. While he screamed, she gripped his broken arm and swung him around effortlessly, tossing him into the crowd.

He knocked down three other criminals like human bowling pins.

The mob froze. Three adult men, destroyed in seconds.

02 smirked. She knew that once fear entered the mind, the battle was already won.

"They are hesitating. Wipe them out."

The prisoners, realizing there was no way back, turned into cornered rats. They charged, screaming.

To the E-UNITs, they were just punching bags.

02 launched herself at a large inmate, grabbing him by the wrist. She didn't stop. She used her thrusters to fly forward, dragging him along as a battering ram.

She plowed through the crowd like a truck hitting traffic cones. The man she used as a shield passed out after the first impact, but she kept going, using his limp body to clear the path.

Meanwhile, 03 was dancing.

Two criminals attacked her at once. She weaved and bobbed, dodging every strike with the grace of a heavyweight champion.

Suddenly, she stopped dodging. She simply reached out and grabbed them both by the collar.

"What the—?"

“Going up!”

Dust swirled as her thrusters kicked in. She shot straight up into the air, dangling the two screaming men by their shirts.

"AAAAH! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

"Batter up!" 03 chirped.

She swung her arms inward.

The two men’s heads collided with a sickening crunch. She released one, sending him plummeting. He hit the ground like a meteor, instantly silent.

She looked at the second one still in her grip. He was already unconscious, blood trickling from his nose.

"Boring," she muttered, and let go.

He free-fell, experiencing Newton’s laws firsthand, landing next to his friend with a wet thud.

On the ground, 05 was outnumbered. Six large men surrounded her, weapons drawn.

"Perfect!" 05 beamed.

She grabbed a steel streetlamp rooted in the sidewalk.

Sparks showered down as she ripped the metal pole straight out of the concrete.

The six men skidded to a halt. Their brains refused to process the image.

A girl—no bigger than a middle schooler—was holding a 20-foot steel streetlamp with one hand. No strain. No shaking. She held it as lightly as a plastic straw.

"Monster..." one whispered, his weapon slipping from sweating hands. They realized too late that they weren't fighting the police. They were fighting something that ignored the laws of physics.

She didn't give them time to run. She swung.

“Too late!”

BONG!

Five distinct metallic impacts rang out in perfect synchronization. The men collapsed instantly, the pole now dented and dripping.

03 landed beside her, grinning. "Home run!"

05 chuckled, wiping dust from her skirt. "You mean a Five Run? Haha!"

"Girls," 02’s voice crackled in their ears, stern and annoyed. "Focus on the mission."

"Oh, right!" 03 panicked.

They continued the purge. One by one, the resistance fell until silence reclaimed the island entrance. The pavement was no longer grey; it was a slick, crimson red.

The E-UNITs stepped over the bodies and headed for the prison gates.

The Director of Police, watching from a dark room, stared at his screen in disbelief. He could not believe these girls — cute faces, but so powerful and so efficient.

Outside the prison, silence fell. The shore was still. No one dared reach the cold water of the Maridian Tides Sea. They flew to the prison entrance, Unit 02 leading the formation.

But Unit 3 felt something wrong. She shoved Unit 2 aside just as they landed.

A storm of bullets exploded from the entrance.

The criminals inside had waited. They fired in a deadly barrage, using the wall as cover.

Unit 2 immediately called Father. Her voice was sharp.

“Father, they blocked the entrance. They have lethal weapons — ARs, shotguns, and more!”

Father was a young genius, just out of university. He was only twenty-two, funny and proud, and they called him Father. He breathed out slowly.

“You trained for this. Real life is always more complicated. E-UNIT! — initiate Code Red immediately!”

Their eyes flashed red. Their faces went serious.

Two red shields popped up like umbrellas — six plates in each hand. One piece shot out, then another, snapping into place. The plates locked and formed two glowing hexagons. The shields shined thick red with dark edges, humming with power.

Unit 2 shouted, voice sharp with anger.

“Show these bastards who holds the high ground!”

They moved into position. The units formed a circle. Each angle was covered. Then they stepped inside the prison together.

They entered with high confidence.

Was it Code Red that gave them that?

02 raised her voice through the gunfire:

“Like we trained — attack, dismantle, reuse!”

PING-PING-PING!

Bullets ricocheted off her glowing red shield as she launched herself forward without hesitation. Her shield smashed into the first armed criminal, sending him flying headfirst into the wall. She grabbed an M16 — half full — along with some spare ammo.

Each E-UNIT’s wrist generated a weak magnetic field, made to hold weapons and ammunition. But the system was still experimental. The Police Directorate hadn’t approved androids carrying guns yet — that was for humans only.

02 didn’t care. She aimed.

One precise headshot — down.

Another — down.

No wasted bullets. No hesitation.

Five enemies at the entrance were eliminated before anyone could blink.

03 and 05 followed her lead.

03 picked up a sniper rifle, 05 grabbed a pair of pistols.

"From the looks of it," 02 noted, "the armory got looted. That’s how they took down the guards so easily.”

"Then we search for survivors," 05 agreed. "Anyone still breathing."

They split up.

02 took the upper floors.

05 moved toward the cell blocks.

03 headed to the inner yard — a sniper rifle magnetically attached to her back, perfect for her precision systems.

02 — Upper Floors

02 advanced carefully, one step at a time, scanning every shadow.

No survivors. Only blood. The bodies of the guards told the story — the criminals had been merciless.

She stopped outside a small office.

Her sensors caught voices inside.

“Leave some for us, dude!” one criminal shouted.

“Yeah, stop hogging everything!” another yelled back.

“This was my plan! I get the bigger slice of the cake!” The third one screamed in arrogance.

02’s systems spiked. She understood immediately what was happening inside.

She kicked the door open and charged.

What she saw froze her for half a second — then fury took over.

The female prison doctor was dead.

The assistant was cornered, half stripped, terrified.

02 raised her weapon.

The room exploded in gunfire — her gunfire.

Every criminal fell, but she kept shooting at the last one, long after he was dead.

For the first time, anger showed on her face.

A robot’s face.

She turned to the assistant, who was sobbing, mouth gagged with torn fabric. 02 ripped it away, untied her, and helped her up.

The woman cried and thanked her, voice trembling.

02 didn’t answer — just nodded and moved to the next room.

The prison manager lay slumped over his desk, lifeless.

03 — The Yard

The inner yard was a bloodbath.

Bodies everywhere — mostly police. A few criminals.

The smell of gunpowder and death filled the air.

As 03 advanced, gunfire burst from the upper windows.

She reacted instantly, thrusters flaring — rising above the yard into the sunlight.

Bullets flew from below, but aiming at her was impossible with the sun behind her.

In one graceful motion, she detached the sniper rifle from her back, resting it against her shoulder. 03 moved with a terrifying grace—calm, elegant, and lethal.

Her sight adjusted — every target highlighted with a red dot.

Click. Bang! Headshot.

Click. Bang! Another shot. One more head down.

Click. Bang! A headshot through a half-broken window.

Click. Bang! “I wonder if I can keep this weapon. Likely not,” she whispered.

Click. Bang! A body fell from the upper floor to the ground.

Click. Bang! Silence.

Six seconds. Six bullets. Six bodies.

Empty casings fell from the air like rain. The gunfire from the criminals stopped. Not a single bullet came her way anymore.

Her empty shells fell to the ground one after another.

It all took six seconds.

05 — The Cell Blocks

05 moved quietly, scanning with her sensors. Most cells were open, empty.

Only the last row — five cells — had movement.

She noticed a few old cameras still active and quickly hacked into the local system, linking them to her visual feed.

Ten criminals inside, armed and on edge, expecting an attack.

She peeked through a small window.

Outside, she could see 03 holding her sniper, ready to fire.

“Perfect,” 05 whispered.

The moment 03’s first shot rang out, all ten criminals turned toward the sound — perfect distraction.

05 burst in like a storm.

Both pistols blazing.

Each target detected, tagged, and executed in a blink.

Her eyes darted left, right, tracking every movement faster than any human could.

She moved through the hallway — five cells facing each other, three meters apart — every door a chance for a headshot.

Then silence.

She stopped walking.

Ten bodies hit the floor almost in sync.

She spun her pistols in her hands, blew over the barrels as dark steam rose, and smirked slightly.

“All clear.”

The shooting stopped across the entire prison at the exact same moment.

A calm washed over the island—the heavy, suffocating calm after a storm. The smell of metal and blood lingered, broken only by the soft tap-tap-tap of metal feet.

From different corners of the battlefield, they emerged. Three elegant girls with blue hair and porcelain skin, looking like aliens standing in the ruins of a gritty action movie.

"Connection Established."

"I couldn't be prouder," Father’s voice came through, thick with relief. "You perfected every action. Every shot. The Director is ecstatic right now!"

"Thanks, Father," 02 replied. Her voice was calm again, the rage buried deep in her files. "Thanks to you, everything felt easy."

"Yeah!" 03 giggled, her innocent voice returning. "Those heads were popping like popcorn!"

05 nodded seriously. "Mission success."

Father chuckled softly.

"Indeed," he said. "Now... return to base. We have some upgrades to make."

Metromania PD. 10:00 AM.

They flew back to base. Father had called them. He needed to set the team rules before they started fighting over who was in charge.

They knocked on Father’s door and waited.

From inside came the sound of tools—a clank here, a snap there.

"One minute! You were faster than I thought!" Father called out.

The girls looked at each other, puzzled.

Click. The door opened.

Father stood there. He was a lanky blond man with rimless glasses. His green eyes shone with pride—or maybe he was just shy about the mess in his room. He laughed nervously and pushed the door open.

"Haha—uhm, welcome to your creator’s… Nest? Office? Just think of it as your home!"

They stepped in.

The room was a mess. Parts and tools lay everywhere.

On a table in the center, Unit 04 lay wide open. She was missing parts, looking like a broken puzzle. Maybe he was fixing her.

Father had used Unit 01 as a test for emotions—to teach the others how to deal with humans. But Unit 04 was different. She was destroyed during the "Berserk Test."

The old Police Head wouldn't give money for the project without that test. He made 03 and 05 attack Unit 04 to see what would happen if one went crazy. It was ugly.

Humans were scared of robots. It was like self-driving cars: one robot mistake and people lose trust. Humans trusted human drivers because people can adapt. But they feared machines would fail.

Father squeezed through wires and loose papers to get to his desk. The whole office shook. Finally, he sat down, breathing hard.

"That was rough! Anyway—thanks for coming. I’m not used to talking to robots, so, uhm… yes. As I said before, thank you for the amazing performance. I’m impressed. Not that I didn’t believe in you, but you really did well."

"We trained for every case possible, so everything went smooth," 03 said.

"We are ready to start official missions, Father," 02 added.

Father smiled and started typing fast on his keyboard.

"First, I will activate an automatic override in your CPU. If any sensor detects a gun pointed at you, the Red Shield opens automatically."

His fingers flew across the keys.

"Next, I’ll set your ranks."

He looked up at 02.

"02, you will be Captain. Your ruthless style and zero hesitation fit the role."

He turned to the next one.

"03, you are the Sub-Captain. Your long-range skill and teamwork with 02 make you perfect for it."

Finally, he pointed at 05.

"And 05, you are the Team Technician. Your calm hacking skills make you perfect for behind-the-scenes work."

He paused, a sly grin forming.

"And yes, I saw you steal that 'Ethical Hacking' book."

05 froze. She looked around nervously, avoiding eye contact.

Father laughed. "But remember: you all fight together. Everyone hits, everyone covers, everyone listens to the Captain."

The three answered in one voice: "Yes, Father!"

He slapped his hand on his face.

"You will not call me that name—don't you start!"

"Not in a million years... Faaatheer," 03 replied, serious and playful at once.

"You don’t need to be that serious to say it!" Father laughed.

He smiled, then turned to the tablet in his hand.

"03 and 05—I sent you patrol maps. Cover Sectors Five to Eight. Captain, I have a special case for you."

He paused, eyes bright. The three leaned forward, ready.

The E-UNITs dashed through the hallways. The echo of their boots followed the hum of their engines.

They slammed open the doors of the Police Department, then split into the air—launching to their sectors.

In a dark corner of the corridor, a lone figure watched them go. His glasses and grey beard caught the light, but the rest of him was hidden in shadow.

03 and 05 took off West. 02, the Captain, headed North.

The Police Department stood at the heart of the city. It was surrounded by skyscrapers, crowds, and noise. Metromania was rich, but space was rare. The E-UNIT lab was squeezed into old rooms—a makeshift HQ.

"If the team expands," 05 muttered, her voice cold. "Those little rooms will never be enough."

03 laughed, flying beside her.

"Father is already cramping his legs in there."

"That’s just temporary," 05 replied. "We will prove the E-UNITs are the better police force."

The two vanished into the city lights—while the Captain descended toward her mission.