Bell Call Of Duty Cold War Novels & Stories

Oscar spoke into the radio which was followed by more silence. Kimberly looked into her binoculars and saw eight children playing a game of soccer on the open space in front of the huts. She dropped the binoculars and reached for a small carton from her backpack. She removed a stick of cigarette from the pack,lit it and took a long drag. There was static from the radio once again. “Alpha to base over.” Oscar repeated. Three seconds later, the gruff voice of the colonel was heard. “Alpha, this is base over. I read you loud and clear. What is the situation over there?”

It had a chequered front strap, double diamond grips, stainless steel and engraved frame, polished gold finish of the Wilson Combat Classic Super grade handgun. Eden had seen it in Malakai's hands multiple times and absolutely loved it. In all honesty, she was just taking it now to piss Malakai off, and trust me, it worked. Malakai was fuming, Eden was going to be a lot to handle, he could already tell. He knew she would not be easy to control, and that was an understatement. Eden had become one of his best too. By the time Malakai reached his office, Eden was long gone.

I whistle through my teeth at them. Just when I thought we were finished we go into a Cartier. I look around and see it's a jewelry store. A salesperson greets us warmly. "Mr. Bentley, your vroom is ready." We follow him back and I notice how well he is dressed. He is in a suit and tie with nice Italian shoes. The viewing room is breathtaking and private. We have champagne and chocolate waiting for us and boxes stacked in various parts of the room. "Get whatever you like," Jordyn whispers to me. We sit comfortably and box by box is open. I find some beautiful pieces and settle on the one I like best. "We will take them all Frank, thank you." I look over in shock.

A new wolf added to the ranks recen1tly commented. "You have it right when you say your beta brains can't handle these things. Stick with your strengths, soldier. I need you to find 5 wolves and tell them they are ordered to come to Chambers for a talk. Attendance IS required from Dove, Jisoo, Loki, Zoei, and Cauis. Understood?" Turning his Alpha voice on the soldier ran out of the Chamber like his ass was on fire. "Good help is always hard to find." Chad said to himself, putting his feet up on the Council table, he relaxed a little.

Kate cut the line and dialled Ludo’s number. 'THE NUMBER YOU HAVE DIALED IS CURRENTLY SWITCHED OFF.' the service provider answer came from her phone. “Ludo!” Kate whined. “Where are you?” Nancy and Ludo walked side by side talking and laughing. Ludo was escorting Nancy. She had knocked off and being that Ludo’s mother was not yet back, Ludo decided to escort her. She had left her phone back home on the charger but she didn’t notice that it wasn’t charging and had drained.

The caller ID read: Leo. Ethan didn't lower his gun. He answered the call with his free hand, holding the phone up. The screen flickered to life. It wasn't Leo’s face. It was a man wearing a white winter camouflage tactical mask. Behind him, the immaculate, mahogany-lined dorm room of the Swiss boarding school was completely destroyed. The window was shattered, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes. "Mr. Cole," the mercenary’s voice crackled through the phone. "We have secured the objective. Your son fights like a demon. But he's just a boy."

The heavy century-old wooden doors of the grand gallery shattered inward as three flash-bangs bounced across the crystal marble floor. BANG! BANG! BANG! Blinding white light and massive sound waves erupted through the corridor, but Drake and I were already positioned behind the thick stone pillars, our ears protected by tactical earpieces and our eyes shielded by the optical filters built into our gear. "Target count: twelve," Uncle Elias’s cold voice echoed through our comms from his high perch on the balcony. "Black Viper unit. Heavy armor, submachine guns. Take them."

“It’s so high.” “Don’t worry. I’m right behind you.” Step by step, our feet rang on metal. On the first landing, more sounds—heavy, muffled, the kind I knew: people fighting without wanting to be seen. Callum. A dull thud—stick to someone’s ribs, maybe. His short laugh followed—the idiot always laughed at the worst times, like his body hated silence. We reached the door marked TECH OBSERVATION. I pressed an ear—muted alarms beyond. Keypad lock. I tapped a small pattern—two short, one long. Knockback replied. Callum.

I am already curious about the third floor, the red phone and why some doors must remain closed. I quickly turn to the next page to see if there is an explanation, but I don't see it. I see something else instead. ✦ NOTES ON THE SUMMONING SYSTEM ✦ The Bell is forged from melted bullets, hanging in the main hall. It is only rung by the Head, the Consigliere, or the First Son. It has three distinct tones: One Chime – Minor Assembly (briefing, security updates, interrogation, visitor warnings) Two Chimes – Formal Family Gathering (strategy, decisions, oaths)

The one who understood the extent I was prepared to go to and who had assisted me in planning the memory wipe. This was no longer a game of psychological warfare and deceptive manipulation. My general was needed because this was a war. As my thumb touched the contact the call icon glowed menacingly in the rooms low light. The phone rang once and twice breaking the stillness in my room with a harsh persistent ring. My determination grew stronger with each ring and my voice found a new lethal serenity. I wouldn't drop. No not yet. Not ever. On the third ring a low reserved voice answered.