Code 6 Novels & Stories

He suddenly stopped and asked me to put in the code. At first, I was hesitant. I wondered, why was this door different from the others? And what could be behind the door? I became nervous as to why Max wanted me to put in the code when he could do it himself. “The code is 32721401. Go ahead and punch in the code, Elena,” Max demanded.

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

“It was really hard to understand her, but I think she said, the code is 10290315.” Cassidy grabbed a pencil and a scrap of paper and wrote the numbers down, just to make sure they didn’t forget what they’d started with. Turning to the computer, she took a deep breath and typed them in. “Access denied. Dang it!” she said, slamming her hand down on the table. Dax leaned over and looked at the numbers she’d written. “I’m pretty sure that’s what she said.” He puzzled over the numbers. “Did she say anything else at all?” Cassidy asked, looking at the digits and trying to see if there were any numbers that might’ve been close enough to these in pronunciation that he could’ve misheard.

I remained silent as he spoke again, “Damn it, James, you are trying to make this hard. Romans warned you and I’m warning you now don’t be stupid.” “Is that why you called?” I asked, “because I’m busy,” “Wait,” he said with a heavy sigh over the phone, “554661.” “What are you talking about?” I asked as I pulled my phone back on my ear. “Morgan said I should give you the code,” he said, “Do you know what it means?” he asked.

Yachne took a peek at the laptop screen. EVERYTHING ON YOUR COMPUTER GOT CORRUPTED. CODE 28012 CLEARED ITS TRACKS.

Varek had arranged the board so that every available move still left blood on someone’s hands. My phone vibrated in my pocket. A new message from the same unknown number. Twelve hours. The code will not be given twice. Choose. Kael read it over my shoulder. The warehouse light hummed above us. Somewhere in the city the other two copies waited for a clock to finish counting down.

- Thank you, sir; please wait in line. After 30 seconds, which seemed to me to last an eternity, the woman returned to the line. - I'm sorry, Mr. Campbell... My heart nearly stopped. Had I got the number wrong? - ... for make you wait. The code for the room is 4966. Thank God. - Thanks. - Good evening sir. I enter the code and hear the click of the door unlocking. Silently, I enter the penthouse and close the door. - God, you are so beautiful. I will enjoy fucking you.

"We're going to blow his whole operation wide open." The evening dragged on, and I hung around with Sam, our conversation punctuated by technical arguments and simple questions: "What do you think this code is referring to?" "Perhaps it's some kind of notation for a particular date of the transaction?" "Why is this number so consistent?”

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

Then let's wait and see. After saying that, I ignored them. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes to rest. Four hours later, my blood test results came back. Holding the report, the police officer spoke to me with a serious expression. "Dr. Westcott, the report shows alcohol in your blood. That confirms you had been drinking last night. We're now taking you to the police station for a full investigation." "Oh no. Once George is taken in, Malcolm will start spreading rumors online. People on the internet are the quickest to jump to conclusions! George's reputation will be completely ruined!"