Escanor X Merlin Novels & Stories

No sign that anything passed through here. But the energy is all wrong. I dig through my pack and pull out my scanner. I’m very proud of my creation. It’s an over-glorified EMF reader, retrofitted with quartz and silver filaments. Cerelia laughed the first time I used it. She said it looks like a toaster met a tarot deck. I don’t care, because it works and I’m a genius. Well, it usually works. Today, the needle twitches erratically, like it’s picking up something, but it can’t hold the signal.

Zariel looked down at the schematic still spread across the table, at the small, unlabeled rectangle that had waited this long for someone to notice it had ever existed at all. "Get Merlin," she said. "Tonight. We're finding that wall." ***** Merlin arrived within the hour, two of his men trailing him with equipment cases that looked considerably more industrial than anything Zariel had expected, thermal imaging, a handheld radar unit, a laptop already running comparison software against the old schematic Maya had pulled. Kaelen arrived ten minutes after that, still in the shirt he'd worn to the board meeting, his tie long since abandoned somewhere between the elevator and the sub-basement s

“John is in that coming car. Let’s wait for him before going in.” Carl couldn’t see the area properly but the lights on the road and around the lake made him take his breath. He looked at the huge two tall doors where Francois had just come out. John finally arrives. Lucas comes out from the driver seat and takes out a device at the back of the car. Michael recognises it. It's the scanner for any transmitter or any tool for a radio wavelength. It is the newest model from Germany. “This is Lucas. He will give you a scan then we can go inside” said Francois.

Confused at what Skye was up to, Merlia walked behind Anberine and sat down to her right. “Anything?” Merlia asked softly as she stared at Skye, who’s face scrunched up from not seeing anything. “Nothing” Skye shook his head before sitting at the desk, hoping to find some clue that would explain what he saw. “There has to be something, I saw Merlin with someone but I can’t figure out who it was” Skye soon slumped into the chair opposite the pair after he pulled it out for him to sit. Placing a hand to his face, a withered sigh left his lips.

I pulled out a small device from my bag—a biometric scanner, the kind only people with a license to kill and a very illegal budget could get their hands on. It read heart rate, body temp, muscle tension. I wanted to see if the mark changed my baseline vitals when stimulated. First scan: normal. Then I thought of Ivan. His voice. His eyes. The way he tucked my hair back like I was something fragile. The scanner beeped. Spiked. “Okay, Lea,” I said to myself. “Either you’ve got a psychic allergic reaction to emotionally unavailable men or something is seriously messed up.” Possibly both. Later that day, I tried to confront Merlin.

Merlin took out the schedule, scanned through it, and told Charlie, "Those. Twenty carriages—we can check them one by one." Charlie nodded and went together with Merlin and the deputy manager, checking through each carriage that was being loaded. Since the deputy manager was there, Charlie and Merlin could strut in without worry. The carriages were about half full, and everything was packed in crates that were a square meter wide and stood two meters high. There were special wooden frames outside the crates to protect them, too. Merlin recognized the logo on one of the crates and immediately told Charlie, "These are from FLIR, an American company specializing in thermal imaging equipment, an

Around it, the vegetation seemed sickened—twisted leaves, darkened bark, an unnatural stillness. “It’s a scanner,” Merlin said. “Probably left by the Nortons or maybe even Artonacs i hope. Could be a perimeter beacon—or worse, a locator.” I swallowed hard. “Do you think it picked us up?” “I don’t know. But we need to move. Fast. Quietly.”

Marcus deployed the scanner low and slow. "The fusing mechanism reads thermal and electronic mass signatures simultaneously," he said, pulling the data. "The threshold for detonation is set to catch anything large enough to be useful — vehicles, large groups, anything above individual wolf mass." He watched the readings. "A single wolf moving carefully might get through. A supply transport won't." "And if one goes," Xander said.