Different Call Sign Novels & Stories

“Aaron, Alpha Zachariah.” “This is a surprise. What can I do for you?” “Can you hold the line? I have to add two more Alpha’s to this call?” “Certainly.” I press the conference button and then tap in the next number. “Alpha Damien here.” “Damien, Alpha Zachariah.” “What can I do for you, Alpha?” “Can you hold the line I have one more to add?” “Of course.” Again, I press the conference button and then tap in the final number. This one takes a little longer to answer and when she does, she seems out of breath.

“Ir…” She waved her fingers, “Ah ah , not another word Dylan” Ivan had a quizzical expression on his face, “Why are you all here?”

Anything that came out of the back was ours. "ESU Actual to Chase Cars: we will be going radio dark in 3 minutes. Switch over to Statewide Police Emergency Network SPEN on Sergeant Kelly's mark." "Six-three David to Chase Units," I replied. "Call in with a your location on SPEN, in three – two – Mark." We switched over to SPEN and waited for them to check in. "Six-three Alpha in position, Sixth and Central." "Six-three India in position, Fifth and Central."

“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.

he said and hung up. "Cindy Benson" Bryan called out loud staring at the sky. "Your nightmare just began, get ready to pay for your father's sins"

Jack awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. He cleared his throat, and answered “Hello?” There was static on the line and after a long pause, there was a response. He could faintly hear someone through the static, but the voice seemed far away. He repeated a hello, and the voice responded. “Hello? Jack? Can you hear me?” It sounded like Catherine’s voice but she sounded far away still, like maybe she had the phone upside down or was distracted. Maybe it had been a pocket dial? Catherine continued through the breaking and static “Jack. Can’t….talk...long...I’ve been...Jack? Be careful...love you” Before he could respond, the call ended.

There they were: a string of calls clustered around evening hours. 9:03 p.m, outgoing, 4 minutes 12 seconds. 9:47 p.m. , incoming, missed. Same number. Duration listed as 0:00. 10:19 p.m. , outgoing again, this time 7 minutes 38 seconds. Different number, also +30, but the last four digits didn’t match the first. 10:55 p.m. incoming, answered. 11 minutes 22 seconds. Yet another unsaved number. Then the last one of the night: 11:12 p.m, outgoing, 2 minutes 9 seconds. Same number as the 10:19 call.

Was she just being paranoid? Still, Martin's phone rang halfway through, and Renee glanced at it to see that it was an unsaved number. It started with 158… and ended with 2288. Wasn't that the prefix for a Jormund number? "Sorry, Yvie, I'll talk to you later. I just got a call." Martin then passed Renee's phone back to her, while leaving with her own phone. Renee watched her leave, while feeling suspicious. 2288?

The first call came three days after Clara went off-grid, and she was in the bunker's command center when her secure phone buzzed with an unfamiliar number. The caller ID showed a local area code, but the number wasn't registered to anyone she knew. She let it ring once, twice, three times, watching the screen with cold curiosity as the name "UNKNOWN" flashed in bright white letters against the dark background. On the fourth ring, she answered but said nothing, waiting in complete silence.