Bunker System Novels & Stories

I told him, "The air. I took off the dust from the biggest keyboard. I closed my eyes and let a tiny, microscopic drop of my magic flow into my fingertips—just enough to act as a key, not enough to trigger a shift or harm the baby. I touched the glass screen with my hand. The Royal bloodline functioned as an identification system for the ancient Moonfall mainframe. The terminal began operating after it lit up in blue light. The system displayed its outdated coding which included a digital map of the entire underground bunker system. Liam stared at the screen and whispered "Goddess. " Is that a map of the air vents? "Yes, I said as I looked at the detailed stru

“Do you see that hovel at the back, with the metal door?” Hansen nodded. “It’s the entrance to an underground bunker specially designed and built to keep radiation out in the event of a nuclear war; it consists of a warehouse with the same characteristics as this one above, with provisions for about five to ten years for about fifty people, an electricity supply system through solar panels, a deep water well and an air purification and recycling system. They are four floors underground, with thirty rooms, an exercise room and an entertainment room with a digital video library with more than one hundred thousand titles between movies and music. Everything you need for a long stay there.”

The interior of the room stood out clearly from the interior of the rest of the bunker. It contained a large oval plenary table in the center of which a small computer was embedded. It projected various maps and models of buildings into the air above and could be operated with a few swings of the finger. There was plenty of high quality technology. Measuring and sonar devices, Geiger counters, various communication systems. There were huge monitors on one wall that they used to hack into the hegedun systems. A huge backup modem stood in one corner, it housed the electronic defense for cyber attacks.

A massive crack tore down the center of the main corridor outside the room, the walls buckling inward. The bunker was completely collapsing. "We have to go! Right now!" Duncan shouted, extending his arms to take Zach from Amora’s grip so she could run faster with Heidi. From the corner of the room, Katherine let out a bloody, terrifying cackle. She had dragged herself off the floor, her fingers dug into a hidden, rusted iron recess in the stone wall. It was the manual emergency override panel for the bunker's high-security blast doors, a system designed to isolate contaminated mining sectors during cave-ins.

"You are incredibly annoying." "You've mentioned that." Kael rolled his eyes. *** We reached the blast doors of the sector bunker ten minutes later. I put my palm on a rusty iron plate hidden behind a drainage valve. The mechanical locks turned with a rough grind, the door swinging inward to show a world built for emergencies. The bunker was a relic from the secession wars. The concrete walls were four feet thick, held up by massive iron pillars, and three large emergency generators hummed steadily in the background. It was fully stocked with food, clean water, medical supplies, and weapons that didn't require network permission.

Slowly the metal door opened into a sterile white hallway with fluorescent lights. I walked to the end of the hall to the last door on the right that led into a viewing room of a cell. The bunker served as a prison along with a safe space if there were ever an attack on the pack. There was enough food and water to get us through several years. The entire bunker was big enough to fit 100 pack members. Another one had been in the works however; now with Allister being captured there was no way it would come to fruition. I opened the door that connected the viewing room to the cell to find one of the occupants sitting on their bed with a book and the other was sitting on the opposite bed lookin

I added. We moved fast and silently down the marble corridor, keeping to the shadows. The bunker was strangely empty; every security asset and staff member had been pulled upstairs to secure the main summit floor for the twelve Board members. We reached the heavy double glass doors of the Server Core. Inside, row upon row of massive, black server racks hummed with staggering power, their blue and green LED lights flashing like a digital city at night. In the center of the room sat the Master Injection Console. "Clear," Elias whispered, pushing the glass doors open.

“Matthew is in a chopper dropping silver nitrate smoke grenades around Central City to keep the rogues from reaching the bunkers there.” An impenetrable fortress guarded the entrance to the bunkers, which were old silos. Each was twelve stories underground with layers of concrete and steel to shield it from impact. They contained bunk beds, medical supplies, food and water storage, a powerhouse, a control center, and antenna terminals in addition to equipment terminals. Venus and the gang came to our side. Valen's eyes met hers with reproach and his brows lowered into a hard line. He growled at Dad, sending the same lethal look at Benji, Isaac, and Zack. “How do you have my mate, my sister,

They didn't come to talk; they came to sanitize. ​"The bunker," Julian panted, wiping blood from his forehead. "The signal originated from a secondary node. If we don't level that facility, they’ll just trigger the backup from the cloud." ​We moved through the snow-dusted crags like ghosts. The facility, a fortress of reinforced concrete carved into the mountainside, loomed ahead. It was a monolith of malice. As we reached the perimeter, Julian didn't reach for his gun; he reached for his handheld interface.

Millions of people woke up to find their mortgages marked Paid in Full, while the world’s elite woke up to find their offshore holdings reduced to strings of meaningless zeros. But nature—and capital—abhors a vacuum. The Bunker: Location Unknown Deep beneath the streets of Geneva, in a hardened data-bunker designed to survive a nuclear winter, a different kind of light was flickering. Silas Reed was not dead. He sat in a high-backed leather chair, his face half-hidden by shadows, watching a wall of monitors. He had lost his leg in the swamp, and his father Julian had been broken in the New York vault, but Silas was a different breed. He wasn't a builder; he was a scavenger.