Chapter 03: Code 7 — Going Live.

North Sector Main Street. 10:40 AM.

The Captain walked down the main street of the northern city center.

She moved with calm confidence, as if she had done this a hundred times before. But this was the first time the streets had seen her this close. Not in combat footage, not behind a news ticker, but right there in daylight.

Until now, all E-UNIT missions were shadows. Today was different.

Her steps were measured, precise. Her sensors scanned everything—every heartbeat, every camera flash, every breath. People stopped dead in their tracks.

She looked unreal. A sleek, futuristic android with blue accents shimmering under the sun, like a game character glitched into real life. Yet she looked so human.

Some took pictures. Some gasped. Cars slowed to a crawl. Storefronts emptied as people pressed against glass doors to catch a glimpse.

She didn’t react.

Not because she didn’t care, but because deep inside, she was proud of her father’s design. Every look of awe felt like silent applause for him.

Flash.

A sharp red light blinked on her HUD. Emergency Signal.

'Not a Father call?' she thought. 'Then things are getting serious.'

Her father was deep in work, drowning in repairs for Unit 04 and 01 for a special occasion.

A human officer’s voice screamed over the open channel: “Code 7! Central Bank! Armed robbery in progress! Units near the area, dispatch immediately!”

The second the call ended, she moved.

She stepped into the middle of the road. Traffic stopped. Then, she blasted off.

She flew toward the Central Bank, her calm, neutral eyes turning sharp. This was her first official mission as a police officer—not just an E-UNIT.

She weaved between skyscrapers and older brick buildings, banking hard turns, rocketing through the concrete jungle.

Suddenly, a blur on her left. 03 appeared, sprinting across rooftops, jumping gap to gap before leaping into the air beside the Captain.

From a shadowed alley below, 05 shot upward and joined formation.

Three androids. White skin. Black casual clothes. Blue trails cutting through the skyline. A sight too unreal to be believed.

They landed hard in front of the bank. The pavement cracked. No police cars yet—of course not. The E-UNITs were faster than any vehicle could dream to be.

They entered together in perfect formation. The Captain really liked her dramatic entrances.

Inside, the scene was chaos. Bleeding civilians. Crying children. People fainting, others frozen in shock.

But when the three blue-and-white androids stepped through the broken doors, the civilians saw a glimpse of hope.

The Captain raised her hand, pointing at the armed robbers. “MPD! Drop your weapons, NOW!”

The criminals trembled but forced a laugh. “Or what? Going to play house with us? Sorry, sweetheart, go play elsewhere!”

Her tone dropped cold. “Drop that gun before we break every bone in your body.”

Bad choice of words. Even from a blue-haired girl, that was terrifying.

The robbers froze—then panicked. They raised their weapons ready to opened fire.

The Captain reacted instantly. “03, 05! Protect civilians!”

In half a second, the units jumped forward. Shields expanded from their arms, creating a wall between the guns and the crowd. Bullets ricocheted off the metal with sharp, rhythmic pings.

But one terrified woman panicked. She ran toward the entrance.

03 screamed, “No! You’re in the line of fire!”

Too late. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots. One hit her leg. Another her shoulder. The third grazed her side. She collapsed to the floor, blood spreading fast.

The scream that followed wasn't digital. It was raw, human pain. It cut through 02’s audio sensors louder than any gunshot.

The Captain froze. Time slowed. Her first civilian casualty on a mission.

The image of the dead doctor from the prison flashed in her mind for a split second—then vanished, replaced by fury.

Her pupils turned crimson. The others followed. Emergency protocol triggered automatically.

“E-UNIT: CODE RED. INITIATED.”

Their calm vanished. Their focus turned to rage. The shared network synced their fury, amplifying it.

They launched themselves forward. They slammed into the criminals with their shields, sending them flying. Two went down instantly. 05 stayed back, shielding the wounded woman. Her calm composure was the only thing keeping the civilians safe.

02 bicycle-kicked one robber, catching him midair with her legs before hurling him across the room.

03 followed up—a punch to the gut, then a brutal kick that sent him crashing into the wall.

The crowd could only watch. It was a deadly ballet between matte-white machines and terrified criminals. The man hit the wall with a sickening crack.

They didn’t stop. 02 grabbed the other two robbers by the collar and threw him toward 03. 03’s counterpunch landed like thunder.

Another two robbers emerged from the vault. Bad idea.

02 and 03 shared a nod. A wall-run. A synchronized leap. Two simultaneous kicks.

CRACK.

That was the sound of bone meeting steel. Blood painted the tiles.

Silence followed.

"Threats neutralized," 05 reported, scanning the room. "Area secure."

Then, a trembling voice came from behind. “Hey! Blue robots! Their white van is escaping that way!” A father holding his daughter pointed east.

02 and the others ran to the entrance turned slightly, giving a small nod. “Thank you, citizen. And the name is E-UNIT.”

They sprinted out, engines igniting. Their sensors scanned everything—heat signatures, noise trails, tire friction. Target locked: The white van.

Normally, they’d chase it down. But the Captain’s fury wasn’t normal. She gave a short nod to 05.

“I’m ready, Captain!”

“Land the bomb, 05,” she ordered coldly.

05 fast forwarded to the top of the van, then— dropped from above—full speed. The impact crushed the van’s roof like a soda can under a truck. Screams erupted inside.

03 landed right after, grabbing the wreck by its frame and throwing it across the highway like it weighed nothing.

One survivor crawled out, limping, trying to run. “Foolish,” the Captain muttered.

She dashed forward, hair flowing in the wind, eyes glowing red. That cold gaze locked on the man—and trust me, no man ever wanted that kind of attention.

A slide kick sent him tumbling. She ended it with one metallic punch—her fist meeting his warm, blood-smeared face.

Silence again. The three stood in formation. Behind them, the van burned, flames painting their armor orange.

These powers… were not human. These were the E-UNIT.

Somewhere else, three people watched the same scene—each with a different face.

Dr. Nick, the father—beaming with pride, unable to contain his joy. Police Head Mikael—watching with a knowing smirk, already seeing the future. And Chief Alfred Kane—sitting alone in a dark office.

Pale. Angry. Confused. But most of all—scared. Because in that fire reflected on those blue machines, he didn’t just see victory. He saw the end of his control.

* * *

Central Bank. 10:55 AM.

The girls waited. The Captain stayed at the bank, calm and collected, while 03 and 05 guarded the van crash site nearby.

Since this was an official mission, they had to wait for the officers to complete the paperwork. Or rather, wait for the ambulances. To be honest, hospitals would likely become the most visited places by E-UNIT’s "guests" from now on.

Five minutes later, a news van arrived. The reporter jumped out with her cameraman, expecting chaos. But what did they find? Nothing.

The crime scene was already clean. No hostages, no danger, no getaway. Just shattered walls and a lot of broken bones lying on the floor.

Seconds later, the police cars pulled in. The officers climbed out, looked around, and sighed like this was normal Tuesday business. “These girls never clean up after themselves!”

“Grigori! Come on man, another batch to the hospital! That’s the third one today!”

The news reporter—Melinda Kinzi, sharp suit, fake smile—stood frozen, live on TV. The cameraman zoomed in on the mess. Every face, every arm, every rib—broken.

Melinda blinked twice, adjusted her hair, and turned to the camera. “As you can see, Kyle, the case was already dismantled! Everyone is safe! The criminals didn’t even pass the counter.”

She paused dramatically. “Sadly, we didn’t catch the robots in action, but I’m sure they’ll run wild in this city soon. Is this the Police Head's first big move against corruption? Or just another PR stunt?”

Someone from the crowd interrupted. “E-UNIT!”

“Sorry, what?” she said, smiling at the camera. A man pushed through, pointing at the lens. “Their name is E-UNIT! Not robots!”

“Uh, okay sir, but—”

“They saved my daughter! Those criminals were the real robots! They started blasting like we were shooting targets! Those E-UNITs rushed to protect us! No policeman would’ve done that!”

“Sir, police are humans, they could die—”

“Are we not human too? Where were they when crime exploded? We can’t even sleep safe at home anymore!”

Another voice joined in. “They did in minutes what would’ve taken human police hours!”

The reporter was overwhelmed. “But ma’am, they were ruthless! Look at those faces—unrecognizable!”

The man from earlier clenched his fists. “That’s not enough! Maybe God finally answered and sent us his angels to fight back!”

Someone shouted from the back. “Yeah! Those assholes deserved worse!”

The camera caught their faces—tired, angry, but hopeful. “As you can see,” Melinda finally managed to say, “the people’s reaction is clear. These E-UNIT machines have already captured the city’s heart.”

Click.

A man in a sleek suit turned off his massive 100-inch TV. His office was straight out of a futuristic catalog. He spun his chair slowly. “Call him.” His voice was cold. Calculated.

Metromania PD. 11:00 AM.

At HQ, the girls walked confidently through the main hall. The atmosphere inside was different. Some officers stared at them with fear. Some with hate. The E-UNIT made them look slow, lazy—and worst of all—

'Useless,' 02 muttered under her breath.

But the rookies? They were starstruck. They whispered and pointed. The urban legends were walking right past them.

02 knocked twice on Dr. Nick's door. “Come in.”

They entered. Nick was smiling before they even said a word. “Welcome back! Honestly, I’m at a loss for words—”

“Are people supposed to die if we make mistakes?” 02 cut him off. Her voice was cold.

He blinked. “Father, you didn’t tell us anything about that. In the simulation, people came back to life. But here...”

05 placed her hand gently on 02’s shoulder. “Captain…”

Nick smiled softly. “Casualties happen. If humans were in your place, they’d make worse mistakes. You’re not here to erase the number—you’re here to keep it as close to zero as possible.”

She lowered her gaze. “People help you more when they see your intentions are pure,” 02 said quietly. “They trust faster than I thought.”

“Not always… but that’s a good start.”

BANG! The door burst open. The Chief.

He stormed in like a thunderstorm, slamming the door behind him so hard that files fell off the shelves. “Didn’t I tell you to keep those toys on standby until real officers arrived?!” he shouted. “Why did you let them loose?!”

02 turned her head slightly. Calm. Calculated. “Using lethal force was necessary. Armed robbery, hostages involved.”

05 added: “They injured civilians. Children were in the line of fire.”

03 followed: “They controlled the city’s central bank. Direct threat to the main vault.”

02 finished it. “They opened fire after we identified ourselves. They deliberately shot at government property.”

The Chief froze. He stammered, face reddening. "I... You can't just—"

02 stepped closer. Her eyes were cold as ice. “They ran across the highway in an unauthorized vehicle, risking civilian lives.”

The Chief backed toward the door. He couldn’t argue with pure machine logic. “This isn’t the end—” he muttered.

02 didn’t move. She just watched him leave. “The only ones who should be scared are those on the opposite side,” she said. “Clean case. No punch in the face, Chief.”

The National Police HQ. 03:07 PM.

Back at the capital, Police Head Mikael Wilson stepped onto the stage. Flashes lit up the evening. Cameras, drones, helicopters.

He stepped forward to the glass lectern. “Crazy day, huh?”

The crowd chuckled. “Who would’ve guessed some little robot girls would outperform grown men—in strength, efficiency, and…” he smirked, “…honesty.”

Laughter filled the garden. “I’ve shouted for months that our current police system is rigged. Until I saw a shiny gold piece called E-UNIT.”

He paced slowly. “A young genius told me: ‘No one will stop their metallic fists from achieving justice.’ I laughed. But ten days later, I saw the prototype. And I was wrong.”

He raised his hand. “So, I ran to the Ministry. I demanded the biggest experimental budget in our country’s history! The future we once dreamed of begins today. Starting with the highest-crime city: Metromania.”

He gestured upward. “I hereby announce the first humanless police force—”

01 and 04 dropped from the sky, landing beside him. “…The E-UNIT!”

The crowd exploded. Clapping, cheering, chanting! Mikael raised his hands high, basking in the glory.

The Chief’s Office. 03:22 PM.

Meanwhile, in Metromania, the Chief watched the live broadcast. His hand gripped the desk. Anger, confusion, fear. He couldn’t let this young director take the crown.

Just before he closed his laptop, a video call popped up. A familiar face.

He grinned. “It’s finally time, then…”