Cyberpunk Flashlight Novels & Stories

He just asked, "Do you have a flashlight on you?" "Yeah, I do." Frank passed a small, military-grade flashlight to Cassian. "I'll take a look inside the hole," Cassian declared. "I'll go with you." Frank was quite worried about Cassian's safety. "Me too!" Zoey chirped.

I replied. “I thought you said you left Mr. Robin Ryder your camera footage, they’re going to see you in the video," she whistled. “No, you can’t really see much of me, it was too dark, bad lighting a killer of many a good shot," I explained with a soft sigh. She sat up at this revelation, “Wait, so you’re not going to tell them it was you?” “Nope,” I replied popping the p. “but-“

The single bulb over the loading dock was broken, plunging the alley into total, pitch-black darkness. I reached into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around a small, cheap analog flashlight I’d scavenged from the laundry room. I clicked it on, the thin yellow beam cutting through the dense fog. A massive, dark figure stepped out from behind a stack of wooden shipping crates, completely blocking the path to the door. My muscles tensed instantly, the street instincts flaring up as I dropped into a low stance, my hand reaching into my hoodie pocket for a broken whiskey bottle I’d picked up from the street. I was ready to tear into whatever Vesper mercenary Silas had sent to put me back in a cell

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

This extremely isn't something superstitious, rather than it's real, a flash of physical light, manifested out from her eyes. the sunshine then condensed into a beam, travelling past Raven's face, and penetrated the world of floorboard at his right. because of the dazzling light-weight Raven was taken aback, afterwards he turned to appear to his right side. 2 holes were superbly graven out onto the floor, white smoke regularly rising from it. "Eh——————!?" "Be at ease. I will be able to guide you through." “Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaait, didn't you simply shoot out an optical maser beam? From your fucking eyes!? This already deviates a lot from the original, isn't that a weapon equipped wit

As despicable as I found him, nobody deserved to be crushed by their own creation. I needed a light. "Phalanx?" I called. My HUD crackled, a few panels giving off a minute amount of light. "Error," Phalanx stammered. "Quinn, weapons, Spartan, Zhou, error." The screen flashed with every new word, broken images providing just enough light to see by. There! The hatch! I grasped it and pulled, breaking open the darkness and climbing out. Daylight was blinding, a searing angelic light.

As the tunnel began to darken, the last remnants of daylight filtered through the water, gradually giving way to shadows that enveloped me. I fished my phone out of my pocket, its screen illuminating the surroundings with a pale glow. Half using it as a flashlight to guide my path, I also took a moment to shoot a quick message to Cassie, hoping she would reply soon. The darkness around me seemed to press in closer, making the light from my phone all the more precious as I cautiously ventured deeper into the unknown.

My feet hit the ledge with barely a sound, and I crouched low, pressed against the glass, hidden in the darkness. I tapped the small device on my wrist, and a holographic display flickered to life, overlaying the window with a grid of laser sensors. The beams crisscrossed like a deadly web, ready to trigger alarms at the slightest disturbance. High-end security, but not impossible to beat. I pulled out a compact signal jammer from my utility belt, a custom piece of tech that was as sleek as it was effective. “This is the part where you get creative, Viv,” I whispered to myself, a smirk pulling at my lips.

There was a dark smudge on the door handle, and he heard water running inside. Dammit, he thought. He could picture the damage they might have already done. The water stopped, and he pulled the door open quietly. Nobody was in sight in the area of the lockers, and a cursory glance did not reveal any open lockers or other signs of vandalism, other than a few more dark smudges on the floor. His long flashlight felt dangerously heavy in his hands. It was one of those steel MagLights and he knew it would serve as a makeshift club if he needed to use it that way. Frank stepped around the corner and turned on the flashlight, pointing it at the sound of wet footsteps. Despite his nervousness, his v