Blockade Battlefront Codes Novels & Stories

“You’ve grown soft, Garrick. This war is not won with kindness. It’s won with fear. Order. Blood.” “I’ve seen enough blood,” James said coldly. “Then you better get used to seeing more.” Draven walked past them and out of the room. James stood there, fists trembling at his side. He had a choice to make. And time was running out.

"Commander, with your permission. I think I may be of help." Price nodded and ordered the comms specialist to stand aside and allowed Goradin to take his seat. "We have many security codes for various degrees of rank and threats. Usually I don't have this high clearance, but since I am the highest ranking officer on this ship...." he paused and started typing. "As this would likely be deployment orders, the code would likely be Beta-sigma or beta-centouri..... Got it!" As he typed in the latter code the message started to decrypt. "Nice work. Lets see what the Admiral has to say."

“There is a hidden code! Quick we need to initiate lockdown.” “Wait, What, why” she felt her gift start to pull at Alex “The hidden code is Warning us, Incoming Ship, possibly hostile, eta 2hours It’s the most basic code used by Ziion Military.” She almost had to run after Alex to the control room “Do you think this is a real threat?” She asked “I’m going to treat it like so, until I know otherwise” He hit the button to engage the lock down measures.

Dead because Viktor Russo wanted to eliminate everyone who knew too much about his dealings. "Fall back to defensive positions," I ordered. "Protect the east wing. We're going underground." "Copy that. But Boss, they're going to breach the main entrance any minute now." "Then make them regret it." I switched channels. "All units, this is Moretti. Code Black. Full engagement authorized. No prisoners." Code Black meant total war. Every weapon, every defensive measure, everything we had. The mansion would become a killbox. Another volley of bullets shredded what was left of the windows. One round hit inches from Aria's head, and I felt her flinch beneath me.

Malakai said and saw the map the two were looking at. It was the building, it's corridors and every exit and entrance. "We're trying to seal off anywhere they can come in. But they already started the attack out side at the front. Astrid is there with some agents, its an active shootout. Ten is keeping all the cops away by hacking into their databases and turning them away from here. We don't know how to stop it though." Aiden explained and Malakai thought for a moment. Thank god the police won't be an issue, but he needed to stop this before it turned into a bloodbath.

(What! "C'è una guerra in costruzione." (And a war is building up,) "Guerra?" "Per il lancio! I cartelli sono stati uniti e non hanno leader." (The merger of both cartels asks for a new leader,) "Così? Qual è la mia chiusura in tutto questo?" (So? What's my shit in all this) "Dashkov vuole quel posto; Anche Marconi." ( Dashkov wants that seat; Marconi too.)

"Isabella, I heard you learned how to fight in prison. Why don't you give Elena a show? If you can make it lie down obediently, you get a hundred grand tonight." "A hundred grand…" I murmured. I stared at the restless beast. Its eyes were bloodshot, a low growl vibrating deep in its throat. This wasn't entertainment; it was a gladiator match. But I couldn't walk away from that money. I took off my jacket, revealing arms mapped with scars and fresh bandages from the ballistic test earlier that afternoon. "Deal." I had barely taken two steps when the Rottweiler went berserk. It broke free of the leashes and lunged at me with a thunderous roar.

“...FFE confirmed!" Beck stiffened instantly. A strangled, broken sound of absolute distress escaped his throat, and his face turned entirely white. Hayden looked at him, his brow furrowing. “B?” he whispered so low that only Beck and Myla heard. “What does that code mean?” Beck swallowed hard, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at Jared. “It’s an extreme, emergency military protocol,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “When a mission has gone to absolute shit, and there is no hope of evacuation or recovering the objective, the commander on site can issue that specific code. It tells the command center to drop a wipeout bomb directly onto the coordinates.”

I needed to drive her to the bunker as instructed by Alpha Caspian before I headed off to the main border. Not long after, I received a pack mindlink from Alpha Caspian announcing a Code Black level three. Code Black is a code for an impending attack. It means every female, elderly person, and child must evacuate to their assigned safe houses or bunkers while the warriors must report to or contact their commanders. And Level Three meant the attack could happen in less than thirty minutes.

The water here was channeled into neat, deep canals lined with defensive barriers. ​A heavy, automated voice boomed through the rig's external speakers as a grid of yellow scanning lasers washed over the armored vehicle: ​“IDENTIFICATION REQUIRED. AREA UNDER TOTAL CORPORATE BLOCKADE. COURIER LOGISTICS ONLY.” ​Vivian picked up Marcus's security token and held it directly against the rig’s primary external transmission port. "Marcus Kane's legal proxy, registering emergency asset transfer code Alpha-Nine-Zero," she said into the intercom, her voice perfectly cold, detached, and authoritative.