Elevator Hitch Protag Novels & Stories

He pleaded and without another word from her she looked towards the Rescue operator who seemed to be touched by their display. A rope with a belt was passed into the elevator, Roman stayed still trying to balance the elevator as the shaking increased due to the movement. Once Reyna was secured in the safety belt she was given, they began to pull her up. “Be safe Roman.” Reyna told him as she was being lifted. Immediately she was out of it, Roman felt the cable of the elevator snapping. Modern elevators were supposed to have stronger cable and break systems and he knew that a building like this, a company building belonging to the biggest editor in the continent, couldn't have such life endan

At the end of the mountain road, the church is located at the highest point. There were another thousand steps here, but Hunter's wheelchair made it difficult to climb. The old lady reminded him, "You take the elevator up, Paige and I will walk up these one thousand steps." Paige stood meekly in front of her, without any retort. Hunter followed the monk's guidance and went to the side. The elevator in the church was not used often, it was built by the wealthy people of Westfell, specifically for those with physical disabilities.

Greg wasn’t sure whether it was tapping the lower floor buttons or the stopper, or both, that managed it. Helping Sush onto her feet, he had her wait at the inner corner when his claws dug through the metal door, then digging his fingers through, folded the metal in and he kicked it open. Retracting the sharp structures, he offered Sush his hand. “Time to go.” The elevator stopped between the lobby and the upper floor of the trenches, so Greg lifted her to the upper opening before she crawled her way out, after which she offered him her arm as he climbed out behind her.

The plan had not accounted for a broken elevator, which meant fourteen flights of stairs with a four-and-a-half-year-old who was, on principle, opposed to being carried but had agreed to it today on the grounds that Patterson was also being carried and Patterson's legs were too short for stairs. Patterson was in Eli's left hand. Eli was on Selene's right hip. They descended fourteen flights together with the particular efficiency of people who had learned to adapt to each other's logistics without discussion. "How many more?" Eli asked, somewhere around the ninth floor. "Five." He considered this. "That's a lot." "It is." "Why is the elevator broken?" "Because things break sometimes." He abs

His trembling fingers rapidly entered the access code. DING! The elevator doors slid open. "Get inside!" Everyone rushed in. The moment the last survivor crossed the threshold, the elevator doors began closing. BANG! The monster's tongue slammed violently against the metal doors. The entire elevator shook. BANG! Another strike followed. Deep dents began forming on the reinforced metal. Everyone inside stared in horror. The creature was literally trying to tear the elevator apart. "We need to get the hell out of here!" Nathan shouted urgently. His hand immediately shot toward the control panel.

As the stairwell collapsed beneath them, he used a perfect inverted hook to lift them both to a narrow edge by the third-floor door. He landed cleanly beside her. Boom! The entire safe passage collapsed. Every staircase vanished, leaving only exposed, twisted rebar and jagged, pitted walls.

The three Escalades pulled in with military precision, blocking the entrance to the executive elevator bank. Evelyn stepped out, flanked by her security detail. The lift was already held open by a fifth guard. As she stepped inside, the officer swiped a black security card, and the elevator began its rapid, silent ascent to the 44th floor. When the doors slid open, the serene, wood-paneled lobby of Harrison, Sterling & Croft was in a state of quiet panic. Secretaries were moving hurriedly between offices, carrying stacks of document boxes, and the low murmur of frantic telephone conversations filled the air.

I shined my tactical flashlight into the dark seam, locating the thick steel braided wire that controlled the automated door weights. "Clara, the main cable just snapped its first strand," Marcus yelled from below, his voice echoing with sudden panic. "The elevator car is shifting." "I am cutting it right now," I screamed back. I jammed the blades of the wire cutters around the braided counterweight wire and squeezed with all my strength. The steel resistance was immense, sending a sharp vibration straight through my wrists. "Hurry, Clara," Nikolai growled, his hand gripping my ankle to steady my balance as the entire elevator shaft began to vibrate violently.

The security panel beside this elevator was more sophisticated—retinal scan, fingerprint reader, keycode. "We can't bypass this," Matthew said. "Not quickly, anyway." I studied the control panel, then the surrounding walls. "We're not using the elevator. Find me the access shaft." Five minutes later, we'd located the maintenance hatch. The climb was treacherous—two hundred feet up a narrow metal ladder, in near darkness, with only tactical flashlights to guide us. At the top level, I paused, signaling the team to hold position. Voices filtered through the thin maintenance door—male, authoritative. And then, faintly, a voice that stopped my heart.

He walked quickly towards the elevator, with Everest following hurriedly. "Sir, where are you going?” Everest followed Taggart, who quickly entered the elevator. “I will kill Damian now!” "What!" However, Taggart swiftly turned his head and gestured towards Everest. "Don't get in my way this time!" “Wait a minute, that's not what I meant!” Everest tries to prevent Taggart by overtaking him. He grabbed Taggart's arm and blocked his way after exiting the elevator. Taggart paused his journey a bit, but he didn't stop. Therefore, Everest had to walk beside him.