Armor Lock Halo Reach Novels & Stories

He sighed, and said, in the tone of someone humoring an idiot, “Yes. And I’d still be chained out of reach of the door. And without me, you’d never get out of here alive. That plan leaves us both fucked. It’s not going to happen.” “But there has to be a key to—” “The fucking warlocks have it,” he growled, his eyes flashing. Yeah, he hated them at least as much as I did. “Are you sure?” He glared at me. That glare, out of those glowing eyes and over that ferocious nose, could’ve terrified a much braver man than me. It was a testament to how desperate I was that it didn’t even faze me. “Yes. I’m sure. One of them always comes along to unlock the collar from the chain when they bring me out of

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

I growled again. I bent down and cradled her in my arms. I could feel her heart racing, the flush that rose to her cheeks when she changed didn’t leave. I walked to where I knew the armory was. She pressed the code that opened the outer door. We made it to the door that led to the armory and did the retinal scan. “Welcome, Harlow Dunaway.” The security system called out. “What do you need?” “Just some stuff.” She looked around. “Set me down.”

They were using **Thermal Cannons**. "They’re trying to melt through!" Leo shouted. He was standing on a pile of rubble, looking through his cracked spectacles. "Kaima, that wall isn't going to hold. Those vehicles... they aren't just cars. They’re 'Reality Anchors.'" I looked up, squinting through the dust. Through the gaps in the steel, I saw the soldiers. They wore white, sterile armor that looked like it belonged in an operating room. They didn't move like people; they moved with a terrifying, synchronized precision.

Typical. They moored the vessel in shadow. Rain tapered into drizzle while they climbed across slick rock toward the sealed doors. Luca’s portable scanner hummed. “Code lock requires DNA pair authentication.” Evelyn pressed her thumb to the reader. Nothing. Adrian tried a master override; the system beeped and refused access. Then, almost as if amused, the console lights rearranged into single line text: “Access confirmed – E.H‑Ψ‑01 relay recognized. Welcome home, Evelyn.”

Wrong. “Get this fucking thing off me,” Liora hissed, clawing at the silver collar. I tried. My fingers burned the second I touched it. Some kind of reinforced silver alloy. It shocked me hard enough to make my arm go numb. “Can’t break it now,” I growled. “We run first.” She nodded, eyes fierce despite the pain I knew that collar was causing her. We barely made it three steps before Michelle’s voice cut through the noise. “Activate Protocol Zero.”

Her face went from terrified to ghostly pale. "No," she whispered. "It’s not possible." The lead guard stepped forward, raising a heavy pulse-cannon. The light of the corridor caught the serial number etched into his shoulder armor. It wasn't an AetherCorp designation. It was an ISS Registry Number. "Victor?" Mina’s voice cracked. The guard paused. He tilted his head, the mechanical hiss of his Oxygen Rebreather (a device that recycles exhaled air to allow for longer underwater missions) filling the silence. He raised his hand and slowly unlatched his armored helm.

I said softly, "I will kill you slowly." A pause. Then Hale: Possession language. Predictable. I smiled without humor. "You think this is possession. It isn't." I stepped over a fallen guard, boots splashing through blood. "It's extinction." He stayed Silent for a while then he said. “Then Come”. I cut the channel. No more words. Only distance to close. We burst from the warehouse into the dock night. Floodlights, engines, black water slamming pylons. And there — thirty meters ahead — Aurora. Gun at her neck. Hale behind her shoulder, one hand wrapped around her wrist like restraint jewelry. She was still. Controlled. Her eyes searched until they found mine.

Someone yelled, and she waited for the seemingly inevitable impact. But the port side midship lock appeared up ahead, the hatch opened, and they slid inside. Bullets flattened themselves on metal. Salom used her override to lock the door. "This looks about right", Grinnell said, pulling a set of emergency space armor out of the locker. "Hope you like white". "It's one of my favorites", Salom said as she struggled into the suit. "The shoulder beacons are a bit much, though". "You might want to deactivate those hummers", the noncom said thoughtfully. "The idea is to be unobstructive, not the other way around".

I sat there for a moment, staring at my reflection in the dark monitor. I stood up and grabbed my jacket. If I was going to take down Tulcero with the reinforcements, I needed better equipment than a standard Glock and raw strength. The Armory was forty minutes outside Ridgeway Oaks. It catered to a very specific clientele—supernaturals who needed weapons that could kill other supernaturals. I parked the Harley in the alley and knocked three times on the reinforced steel door. A panel slid open, revealing a pair of suspicious eyes. “Password,” a gravelly voice demanded.