Code Names Ideas Novels & Stories

one man wearing a plain black mask. "Or a sign of to be ready. He isn't called 'Ace' for nothing," one man spoked wearing a red plain mask. The man wearing a plain black mask turned around to the other man wearing a red mask with a dragon designed on the half of it. "We can't be any in this worrisome situation without your teams negligence," he faced he man wearing a plain red mask, "right, code B?" Code B played his fingers on the table while deeply staring to the man who called him on his code name. "Excuse me, who failed on the last minute drug dealing again? Got scaredy-cat, code F."

He was shocked that there was a R20. “It’s just a codename I devised according to the sequence.” Rhea chuckled and said, “If you don’t like the name, we can always change it.” “It doesn’t matter. I just want to know what it does.” Fred scrutinized Rhea. Rhea knew it was crucial to gain his trust now. After all, she couldn’t stay there if he suspected her of something.

Matt’s POV I eyed the list in my hand, turning over the conversation I’d had with Grace and Renda. No one would readily know the scientific names of flowers unless they dealt with them often, and the codes weren’t so obvious that anyone could guess them either. When I had called Felix, he explained the code of each line. He knew a lot more about drug dealing above and under the table than I did. The codes assigned to the blend were based on the medical terms for the blends.

"I'm not no fucking rabbit!" The guys laugh even harder. "Come on Prez, that is so lame!" I.T. managed to get out through bits of laughter. "Fine! Whatever! What code word do you suggest?" Jax retorted. "How about, "I'm safe"?" Raine asked. "How about "come get me"?" Steele chimed in. Not to be out done, Hunter throws in his own. "How about "Hunter I'm yours"?" That got Hunter a punch from Ice. "Damn brother, really?" Hunter asked Ice

"Mr. Whatever-You-All-Want-To-Call-Him is working out of town. I was going to call you and ask if maybe I could—" "If you could shack up with Mr. Sex Appeal himself?" "So now we all have code names?” “You’re the one living in a spy movie. I want some of the action.” “Okay, so Mr. Sex Appeal? You’re saying that Cy will be back? That's his code name, right?" I asked with a grin. "Oh, little cousin, that hurts. I was referring to me." "How about I just call you Pat? We can say it's short for Mr. Sex Appeal."

I tapped it two times before it opened “Code word?” he asked. “Falcon” I muttered. Falcone said I should use his name as code word for entry and that he will inform the guards about. Rest of the pack members have different code word. Every ten members are given a different code word like bones, fly, red eyes, pointed nose and air weeds. The codes are basically related to them. When I asked him how the guards make sure it is not misused, he said once entering they have to give finger print, if it matches, then they have given the right code.

“So maybe crime life isn’t for me, but I have great ideas, and you’re good with the logical stuff.” “I am also your getaway driver.” “The bandits of revenge!” “That’s the best you can come up with?” “What will our code names be?” I ignored his jab. He shrugged, “Stretch and short stack? s&s has a nice ring to it.” “How about shithead and sexy mistress of mischief.” “How about no.” “Fun killer.” “That’s better.” My phone started to ring and I fished it out. A glance told me that it was Myra calling and I silenced it, letting the call drop to voicemail like it usually did.

You know what they say about curiosity and the cat, so I ask, “ I’ve never heard y’all use these nicknames. Jase is Alpha. Ran is Oscar. Lock is Hotel.” “I’m Sierra and Wes is Charlie. Unjumble the codes, baby. What does it spell?” Arson is the one to answer me. I think about it for a minute. If I go military code, each word is a letter, and those letters spell C.H.A.O.S. Weston Chancler is Charlie. Lachlan Hartley is Hotel. Jase Alto is Alpha. Ransom Oaks is Oscar. Arson Skaggs is Sierra. Wow, talk about a double-connotation acronym.

“Hunter? What was my code?” Hunter turned around and looked straight in her eyes, “ The code is: One. Two. Three. Four.”