A Blast From The Past Sparking Zero Novels & Stories

How dare they do this. Eric pounded his fist on the table. He stood, glaring at each member, daring them to speak. "Ok then. Thank you for your time," Eric stomped out before his wolf broke through. He could feel Edward wanting to push through and kill them all. Eric knew what he wanted to do. What he had to do. *** Sarah's POV

Yet the scars remained. "What is Station Zero?" Nathan asked. The Custodian regarded him for several moments. "If Station Zero is open again..." His words echoed softly through the ruins. "...history will not repeat itself." A long silence followed. "It will finish what it started." For the first time since awakening beneath the ruins, certainty abandoned Nathan. Perhaps these people were fanatics. Or perhaps they had spent generations protecting the world from something no one else remembered. He still intended to escape. But for the first time... he wasn't entirely sure who the enemy was.

Fiona followed up with a sugary smile. "I have a really sensitive nose, so don't take it personally." Jasper gave a slight frown of his own and said, "Babe, I know things have been rough for you these past few days. I just got back from the time portal. Here, I brought something for our son." He reached into a bag and pulled out a cheap bootleg action figure, placing it in my hands. If this had been any other time, I would have thrown it in his face on the spot, the way I always did with whatever half-hearted gift he used to brush me off. Not today, however. I did not care anymore.

She asked with a laugh. “Well, you’re leaving tomorrow,” He replied as he shoved his hands in his pants pocket and stalked into the room. Together, they turned to stare at the planning board hung on her wall. A mixture of pictures, post it notes, newspaper clippings, and magazine pictures, all with a common team. The Windsors. “When you come back, we’ll go back for them.” Marco swore as his gaze hardened.

"Mateo said the accident changed him." ​Sarah and Vince exchanged a look. "Mateo is the only one who can talk back to him because their families’ shares are tied together," Sarah explained, leaning in closer. "But Mateo is right. Before the crash, Luke was... well, he was still a Cromwell. Arrogant, sure. But there was a spark. Now? It’s like the lights are on but nobody’s home. He’s just a calculation in a three-piece suit."

Ren said coldly, "she won't have eyes to look into tomorrow." Ren walked past her, stepping back into the warm, sunlit luxury of the penthouse that was paid for entirely in blood. The Golden Age was over. The game was real. And tonight at 2100 hours, Squad Zero had to go back to work.

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

It had already blown up. "A four-dollar price increase? Is this company planning to make a run for it? Are they that desperate for money?" "I support you, babe! Expose that heartless director called Moira Clarke! Kick her out of the company!" "What's the name of this trash company? Drop the name! Let's all boycott it!" "Come out and apologize to the interns, @MoiraClarke!" "These bloodsucking capitalists should be bound at the company entrance for public shaming!"