Couple Callsign Novels & Stories

Technology and the digital world were her forte. At two minutes, an alarm bellowed. Synthetic static shredded the link. Quinn’s voice guided her: “Frequency hop to 5.2 GHz - now. Then compute the nonce.” Artemis snapped the dial to 5.2. She counted off in her head: add two to each alphanumeric value in “Alpha-Echo-Three-Nine.” Her fingers punched: “CNJR-GEMJ-VKTG-PO” and she hit send. The lock icon glowed steadily.

Then together with Peter, they sailed away from us. "They're husband and wife. Cory and Peter," Adam said beside me. I just nodded at him. "How will you contact her?" I asked him. Didn't he tell me there's no reception here? "We have a two way radio on the cottage. That's what the guests are using to contact them. The caretakers are just residing on the neighboring island, anyway." I nodded. We went inside the cottage. I looked around as I admired the rustic vibe of the place. Almost everything was made of wood.

“Deputy Lloyd, that’s got to be them. Grandpa Ben always makes us carry whistles. You found them.” “Okay girls, just send the others this way. Give the radio back to Milli.” He waited. “I’m here, Lloyd. What do you need?” Milli sounded worried. “Milli you said your godfather is a cop. Do you know the codes?” Lloyd hoped his fear was wrong. “Of course, I do. What girl from the hood doesn’t?” She sounded offended. “My next call will be 10-36, possible 11-41. Do you understand?” He didn’t want the girls to overhear when he radioed back, and he wanted her to have an ambulance waiting.

The little circle spun and spun and gave up. Call Failed. Right. No service all the way out here in the mountains.

“Then explain why you were found tonight, in the same part of the property, with no identification, no phone, and this—” Garrett handed me something, a small black notebook, worn at the edges, its cover smeared with dirt. I flipped it open. Inside, lines of cramped handwriting filled every page: numbers, short notes, initials. Times written in neat, military precision, 21:00, 00:30, 03:15, followed by code names I recognized. Raven. Fox. Hawk. All of them were call signs used by my guards. “What is this?” I asked.

But when he asked them about the sound, they could not recall it. It was said that the scream lasted for three minutes. He was counting mentally right after he muted the world from his ears. When the elapsed time passed, he reactivated the auditory system, while the others removed their hands from their ears. "This is the official MIU frequency. Identify yourself immediately, over." A stern voice said with both urgency and authority. "Oscar-Papa-Golf-7-4-5 of the 6-6-6-India-Bravo, over." Francis replied back.

I tried to call Davian multiple times after I got the text message but he didn't pick up the call. I sent a text to the number "I'll be leaving tomorrow by 8 am"

“Trail’s live. It points toward the coastal drop point. If they trace the signal, they’ll think we moved out east hours ago.” “Good,” Cassian said. Then to Anaïs: “Your turn.” Anaïs knew what he meant. The second part of the plan. She crossed to the far wall, where an old comm unit hung like a relic. The casing was dented, the wiring ancient, but Maris had checked it earlier — patched it to the shortwave, boosted enough to send one signal. She keyed in the frequency. Waited. When the static broke, it was with a voice she hadn’t heard in months. Low, familiar, amused even now.

Cohen accepted the call and put it on a speaker so they could all hear Mara’s report. “Sir, we have tried all our best and used all the required devices to track them, but it was to no avail. It seems the number is not legally registered. The tech guy said it was generated just to make the call, and the location is hidden. We can’t track it, but we will keep working on it and let you know if we find anything…” Mara expected Cohen to say something, but he didn’t, so she paused, saying, “hello. Hello, sir. Are you there? Can you hear me? Sir. Hello.”

I had run over to Lukas's spot where he was already tapping on his computer before I even finished speaking. A couple of numbers appeared on the screen, making no sense to me but held meaning for Lukas because he let out a soft expletive, "Shit." "What is it?" I bent harder to look at the screen despite not understanding what was displayed. "They've entered a 'no-call' zone. Whoever was staying at this address was powerful enough to create a thousand square feet radio net that was cast all over the property." He explained in tech speak which made me even more confused.