Code Red นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Adjusting Justus in his arms , Marcus glanced towards Rithambara only to find creases of tension on her forehead while her eyes were transfixed on something. "Your highness! I can see something bothering you? May I get to know what is it? " The pause was so heavy that Marcus felt that Ritha didn't hear the question and he was about to repeat when Ritha moved her heated gaze from the suspect towards Marcus and spoke with an identified determination, "Today, either truth would paint future's canvas or despicable red would be the only prominent colour " (Author's Note : here despicable red colour symbolises impure blood of the conspirators. Gosh! I was forever stuck on this line and kept pacing

I stated, wiping my hand across my face. "Roger that." He noted. "If I spot any danger, I will alert you guys using code red, orange, and green depending on how far you are." We could hear the excitement in his voice as he said that. He had already planned the codes and the distance associated with each code while we were still in Lindin. Green meant there was an enemy in the area that hadn't spotted us, so we could either wait for them to leave or sneak away. Orange meant there was an enemy that hadn't spotted us, but was heading our way so we would have to find a way to avoid them.

"Analysis: Subject is attempting to write a Narrative-Layer over the Null-State. Logic dictates this is impossible. Narratives require a Foundation." "The Foundation is **Us**!" I roared. I felt a surge of energy that wasn't red, white, or grey. It was **Violet-Gold-Red**. It was the color of a bruise that was healing. It was the color of a sunset after a storm. It was the **Living Code**. I pushed back against the glass. Where my feet touched the obsidian shards, they turned back into soil. Where Sarah’s light touched the grey marble, it sprouted wildflowers made of sapphire and flame.

I came to realize that it was a habit of his. "You don't seem to realize this, Jane Doe," came his husky voice "but I'm quite interested in you". I felt my cheeks turn red that instant and eventhough I tried to be in control of my expression, I ended up smiling coyly. After what seemed like a decade, I made to say something but he continued. "I'm glad I made your acquaintance" he said "something tells me we're going to make the best of friends".

It was riddled with errors—so bad it couldn't even pass basic syntax checks. "This is the level of our Technology Innovation Award winner. He can't even write a simple loop correctly, yet he's the project lead." An uproar broke out in the room. Someone couldn't help laughing. Jason's face flushed red. He jumped up and slammed the table. "Rex! I'm telling you, you're finished! Today, I'll have the company terminate your outsourcing contract!" I looked at him calmly. "Do whatever you want. You already took my code and my algorithms. I have nothing left to lose."

MHOREIN'S POV I gave Chain a bothered look. He isn't looking at me. Aiden was too busy eating and Rose was too. I gulped. 'tap tap tap' Chain looked up with his eyebrows met. He took a bite out of his burger. 'scratch scratch scratch' He looked at me, confused onto why Im using a code. I looked at the bastard Jay, who was enjoying his meal. And another one. 'tap tap tap' Chain's eyebrow raised. I looked at Jay and then back at him. He looked at Jay as well. I tilted my head to the side

Since we can only communicate in short phrases, we make sure each phrase will tell us everything we need to know. Code Green: All clear Code Yellow: Send Backup Code Red: We’re being attacked Code Orange: We’ve been compromised Code Grey: Find somewhere to hide Code Purple: Encountered problems Code White: It’s a Trap Code Black: Dead In the past few hours, they had gone from a code green to purple, and now black. So I wasted no time shifting into my wolf, grabbing the bag and run through the forest, Darius quick behind me. "Kenj.. what's going on?" Darius questions.

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.