Call Sign Unique Novels & Stories

Like a fúcking bastard. Is this the kind of pain Vincent warned me about? My phone vibrates in my hand and my eyes widen as I take sight of the name across the screen. I draw my brows together as I look back at the house, to my phone, to the house, then back to my phone. Without thinking twice, I stand upright and wipe my tears before pushing the phone against my ear; the sound of his voice calming my heart. "Little Greene, " Sinclair calls from the other end, his voice sounding so weak that it hurts.

er, talent. ‘Hmm. The girls. The lots of girls. Does each one have a different telephone number for you?’ ‘Yes. I operate a very discreet business. Nobody has access to anyone else. That way nobody gets hurt.’ ‘And do none of them know your name?’ ‘No.’ ‘And you don’t know their names?’ ‘Not usually, no.’ ‘But that’s insane! How on earth do you communicate with each other?’ ‘You are the only person in the world who has the telephone number you called me on. If you end up working for me, that telephone will be your only means of contacting me. We don’t need names for that. It always operates that way.’

— lazy, arrogant, exactly what I was counting on. I didn’t hesitate. I typed my name. “Vale, Remy.” Hit enter. The screen loaded slower than I wanted. Every second felt like a bullet chamber spinning. Then it came up. Contract #STL-8891 Surrogate: Vale, Remy (DOB: 4/12/2005) Donor: Anonymous (Sterling Trust) Gestation: Twin Status: ACTIVE Payment 1: $600,000 – PAID Payment 2: $600,000 – ON HOLD

And Sister Lina would always warmly thank them and embrace them, while whispering to them "May the warm embrace of the mother give you strength. After mass, Sister Lina would usually cook herself a meal change into her evening attire, and sing to herself before going to bed. This was usually the highlight of Will's day, not the changing clothes part mind you, but the singing. It would always calm him, and it was the one thing Will adamantly meant had held his sanity intact due to isolation. However this evening was different

"It’s a legacy routing tag, I am sure this is not for a bank, more like for a hardware, right?" Jun typed furiously, accessing the old banking archives he had mirrored from the main server. "It’s used for satellite phones," Jun realized. "Older models, you know those kind that use low-orbit constellations. Uncrackable unless you have the handshake key." "So the Madam uses a sat phone," Felix said, peering at the screen. "That makes sense. They are untraceable, lot of underground people love themselves a sat phones." "No," Jun shook his head, his eyes widening as the pieces clicked together. "Look at the service provider billing code. M-SAT-99."

“Westside. Garden Estate. He just made a call, outgoing signal pinged less than five minutes ago.” Another pause. Adrian could almost hear Rowan's mind working, calculating, planning. “You're sure?” Rowan asked. “I'm sure,” Adrian said. “The tech he's using, it's rare. Really rare. Military-grade encryption with a single-user filter.” “Explain.” Adrian swallowed, forcing himself to focus. “He's using a phone configured to only accept calls from one specific number. Anyone else tries to reach him, the phone doesn't even register it. It's like it doesn't exist.”

I need verbal confirmation from each signatory and a submitted packet to the council intake within ninety minutes. Call Reva and Suki, Bastien says to Soren, who appears in the doorway right on cue with his phone already out, because Soren has been awake and positioned since seven. I'll call Eastern Ridge and Southern Tidal. The kitchen becomes a phone room. I sit down at the table with my tea and I watch the next forty minutes happen. Bastien on one call, then the next, his voice even and fast, no wasted words. Soren moving between rooms. Holt on a separate line with the council intake coordinating the technical submission. Ivy at the table beside me with a pen running through the signature

The year I was at my most starry-eyed, I gave up my chance to study overseas. Over my parents' furious objections I married my boyfriend and took in the abandoned baby he'd picked up off the side of the road. From that day on I poured everything I had into that household and into raising that child. Thirty years of it. And just when our son was grown and settled and I thought I might finally get to breathe, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The treatment cost a fortune. I was about to reassure my husband and my son that I had the money. Instead, they got angry. "What do you mean, your money? That's this family's money. This disease is a bottomless pit. You could throw everything

“Before any staff member can gain access to the public server to communicate with anyone, you must have submitted the full name and phone number of the person you intend to contact within the first week of your arrival. That information has to be reviewed and approved before it’s signed into the system.” My lips parted in disbelief. “So unless you already have the full name and phone number of the person you want to communicate with, you can’t even sign up for the public server in the first place,” he added. “And the signing-up and review process alone takes at least three days.” Three days? “And after that, you still have to wait until the next approved date to make the call,” he went on ca

I hang up the upcoming call on my phone for the umpteenth time this morning before I decide to just switch it off. Today's got to be perfect. I can't afford distractions. I ignore the weird feeling laced with that word. After taking a few breaths, I finally step out of my car and make my way into the giant building I've googled too many times. It looks even better in person. "Hi how are you doing?"