Code Novels & Stories

“I’m fine. Can we head over to the basement now? Apparently, we have actual work to do.” We step into the garage. Sandy keeps chattering about finding a new space, but I tune her out, as usual. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out automatically. A new text. From Cameron. I drop everything on the table before even reading it. Cameron: Soy, this is Code Grey. I repeat, Code Grey! I blink at the screen, heart thudding. We have codes for everything. Instead of the usual Code Red for danger, we use Code Grey.

We’re going to rip Scott’s shadow empire down to the studs. Hours bleed into one another. The warehouse grows colder as the night drags on, the ambient temperature dropping until my fingers feel stiff over the keys. The blue glare of the monitors burns my eyes, the harsh light scraping against my corneas like sandpaper, but I don't stop typing. I hit a snag in the code. A nested loop fails to execute, returning a massive block of red error text across my command terminal. I let out a harsh, frustrated breath, dragging both hands down my face.

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Fred seems not to understand what Amod mean this code can only be decode by whoever created the code Amod is very sure looking at the code that is the only reason he is unable to translate it So you mean only the person that creates the code could translate what is in this file? Fred ask to be sure he understand what Amod is saying yes, Mr. Waltz Amod nod his head and everyone of them sigh but Anny feel that she is somehow familiar with the codes, she dont know if her feels were right but she seems to h

I nod but then fear takes over – “Can we have like a secret word? Because what if they force Raphael to come and open the door?” “Okay, we will say the name of your favorite animal, does Raphael know?” “Yes” – I reply “Good, now get in and set the code you want” “How?” – I ask shaking “The code is 0405, press it twice after * and then it will ask you for a new code and I need you to put a 6 digit code”

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She had to have come through the portal. “Okay!” Dax startled me back to reality, and I opened my eyes, turning to see him flying up behind me. “It was really hard to understand her, but I think she said the code is 10290315.” I grabbed a pencil and a Post-It note to write it down before we forgot what he’d just said. As soon as I had it on the paper, I turned and punched it into the computer. “Access denied. Dang it!” I slammed my hand down on Lena’s desk, frustrated nothing seemed to be working.

he says to the guard with his usual tone. "Sir! I am sorry, I can't open the gates for any of them! Order from the General sir!" he says standing at alert. Bellman stares at the guard for a few seconds, his head almost increasing in size and asks for his name. "Tony sir! Tony Woods sir!" "Hmmmm well Samuel, I guess you can run along and go tell the good general that a certain Tony woods is threatening to destroy the city by refusing to let in our source of survival."

he confessed while watching her every expression. Amaya froze for a second before recollecting herself and responding “Congratulations!”. Her response caught him off guard “Congratulations?” he asked, wrinkling his eyebrows. Did she not care whom he took to bed? Did he read too much to their relationship? Doubt which had dissipated after her break-up with Lucas started forming in his mind again. “Sexual intercourse has several benefits, it boosts one’s immune system, libido, lowers blood pressure and counts as an exercise, benefits of which are well known, hence the congratulations” she responded with a straight face, shrugging her shoulders.

Will kept watching them for a while, curious about sewing tools they used and the techniques they applied. An hour quickly passed, and Will realized he had spent too much time watching these two. So he nimbly jumped down from the stall and quickly headed for the second shop with lights still in them. As he approached, he heard a peculiar ringing noise, as if metal was hitting metal. Will's eyes brightened as eagerly ran towards the shop. [It's a blacksmith!]