Dr Buck Scp Novels & Stories

‘What was she doing here? Two guards got to work immediately, thinking Morgan was angry and dragging the scared and struggling Alexa into the room. Their grip was strong as they forced her to stay still and submit to them. “Don't touch her,” Morgan growled; his voice was like a beast coming out of the pits of hell. The guards looked at each other in confusion as Morgan's words sank in. They let go of her as if they were holding hot coals. "Sorry, Draco, she was struggling, so we could only hold her down,” one guard explained flusteredly. He knew Draco hated it when they treated women in a harsh way. He usually had special methods to extract information when it involved a woman betraying him.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll go make breakfast for you later.” Alex took a deep breath and muttered, “Seafood, seafood pasta.” Smack! As a result, he was hammered. Waltz hummed lightly. “Don’t you think that I don’t know what you’re thinking.” After a pause, she continued, “The richest man of West California, Frederick Duncan has contacted me. He said that the headquarters of SCBA is initially located in Michigan but he recently bought a small manor in California. He could contribute it to you, the president, for free. The headquarters of SCBA will be moving to California in the future! Most importantly, he wants to meet you.”

“Told you.” I nodded slowly. “This isn’t just pack politics.” “No,” Bruce agreed. “This is coordinated.” Bruce folded his hands. “There’s more.” Of course, there was. He pulled up another clip. A street camera from near the pack’s outer boundary. “This one’s interesting,” he said. “See that SUV?” A black vehicle rolled through the frame. “Registered to a shell company,” Bruce continued. “Linked to a private security contractor.” Ryan’s brows lifted. “You’re kidding.”

Whether he was Bruce Damien or not, he had nothing to do with Sahara and Salem. He turned around and wanted to leave the scene. But, Sahara caught up and stopped him from leaving. Taking out a flash drive from nowhere, she handed it to Bruce. Arrogantly, she said, "I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Make a copy of all the confidential info of Dragon Technology. I want all the personal information of the customers, the marketing strategies, and the systems. After you've done that, I'll make sure you're inside the Damien Family's record book! I'll also ask Dad to acknowledge you in public so that you can return to the family."

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Bram picked up his jacket and put it on as he strode out of his office. He then rushed toward the hub while nobody was looking, with Adrian and Vivian following closely behind. “I may know where the entrance to Scorpio Hub is but we’re going to need a Luposian’s ID card to get inside, sir. I’ll take you two there to have a look. We’ll think of something when we get there.” Soon, Bram brought Adrian and Vivian to the deepest parts of the hub. Inside were countless shipments containing items of all varieties. He pulled open one of the racks and lo and behold, there was indeed a door disguised as a wall.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

Damian asked, his voice like steel. Drake shook his head. “I don’t know the exact location. Bancroft keeps everything compartmentalized. But there’s a facility in Nevada—one of his most secure sites. If I had to guess, that’s where he’s keeping it.” Damian exchanged a glance with Sage, and she could see the determination in his eyes. This was it—their chance to take down Bancroft once and for all. But before they could press Drake further, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

In the middle of the crowd stood a man in his mid-fifties, gesturing wildly and laughing so hard his teeth showed. She recognized his face instantly. At the very bottom of the asset lists and equipment ledgers Drake had brought her last week, this man’s name appeared at the baseline of the procurement line. "He has a batch of medical equipment from the old White Oak site," Dominic whispered slowly against her ear. "Refrigerated centrifuges, minus-eighty deep-freeze refrigerators, and cold-chain containment units labeled 'biological specimens.' The buyer is an anonymous offshore account owned by the Sacred Heart Foundation."

After the first time, I saw him smoking, I feel like I could spot him almost every day, and that makes me feel that my eyes have a radar for his presence. I am really busy on campus that day. I held a pile of books while walking out from the library, the books I planned to read on my research attempts in our latest play this fall at the theatre club, Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The vampire, Dracula, and other superstitious books I held were piling pretty high and obstructing my sight since I am a pretty small person, and suddenly I bumped into someone and the book I held scattered around us. “Be careful, could you?” snapped the guy I bumped with a cold voice.