Final Destination 7 Novels & Stories

"What the boss called me for is that we are living these place today, we are going to resume to the new headquarters tomorrow" "Wow!! The new headquarters" suniaa said. "Am happy, it is very close to my area" Basit said. "But why is that is we that they choose" Coke said with lower voice. "You don't want to go because it is far from your place but it pay most of us" Suniaa said, Amina beat her hand on the table. "Sorry ma, we are very sorry" they said in chorus and looked at each others. "As am saying, we are going to resume there tomorrow so you guys should pack everything that you have in this office along with you today and let us meet there"

Pushing open the sliding van door, I used the momentum of the still moving van to spring forward, dashing into the treeline. “Her last destination was approximately 45 degrees southwest of your current location," ASP, my AI, informs me through the earpiece. "Would you like me to calculate the safest route?” “No,” I say as I continue to rush towards the red dot indicating her last known location. “I want the fastest route.” “Initiating,” the AI responds swiftly, and the image on my phone changes. I didn't care how dangerous the path was, I just needed to get to her. To protect her. Not because of a promise I made to her father all those years ago.

Mary keeps her eyes pinned out onto the street, anticipating the approaching figures appearing from nowhere. I wrap my fingers around her cold ones and lead her onto the nearest train. We choose the both down the far end, keeping out heads ducked behind the window while we wait for it to depart. There are a few figures on board, each paying us no more than a quick glance. Most of these people are running from something too. Why else would they be on a train to nowhere at this time of night. It's not nowhere though. This train is the last one leaving tonight, and it's heading straight to Territory Seven.

How is it possible that NO ONE has any answers? His voice carried a mix of disbelief and menace. His patience was running out with each passing second without a clear explanation. —I don’t know, boss, but we have something. Damián raised an eyebrow, waiting. —One of our contacts on the ground says the last mentioned destination was Costa Esmeralda. A brief silence filled the cabin. The mention of that place ignited a spark of aggression in Damián. His lips curled into a dark smile, but it wasn’t one of satisfaction—it was a promise.

“Well, this must be the ‘meeting house.’ And if you’re right, if it’s about the journey, then the question is: where’s the fourth place?” He held up the scroll again. They leave common ground, Enter a ring of blood, Meet at the house, And find the ones they loved Beside the fourth tip of the cross. “We’ve left ‘common ground,’” he said, “we’ve entered ‘the ring,’ and we’ve ‘met at the house.’ Now we have to ‘find the ones they loved, beside the fourth tip of the cross.’ So, if you’re right, if it’s about the journey, that means we have one last destination.”

Toward whatever waited there. "Are you geared up for this?" Damien asked. "No. But when have we ever been ready?" Her phone rang. Unknown number. Again. She answered. Her grandfather’s voice. "Hello, granddaughter. I hear you’ve been busy making deals. How ambitious of you. But I’m afraid it’s all for nothing. The game is over. I’m activating the final protocol. Project Endgame. Every major city. Every financial center. Everything burns in three hours. Unless—" "Unless what?"

This was a master compilation, edited for maximum damage. The man stopped the playback. “There are three complete copies of this version. One is on this drive. One is already in a dead-drop that will open automatically in twelve hours unless a code is entered. The third is held by a person you will never find in time. Varek’s instructions are simple. Destroy the older files you took from the shed. Sign a new statement confirming that you left the marriage willingly and that the settlement is final. Do those two things and the master copies are deleted. Fail and every major crew and two outside journalists receive the full package at dawn.”

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

“The jet looks fantastic.” “Couldn’t agree more.” “You still haven’t told me our destination.” “We will land at Winterbourn and then travel to Burkhese.” “We’re going to Capria?” My eyes grew big. “Yes.” “Oh, my God! It’s awesome.” “I’m glad you like our destination.” “Are you kidding me? You’ve been busy for the last couple of days while I just sat in my office and did nothing. You deserve a good getaway.” “With you. And I want you to have a great time.”

I then see that Calvin has messaged me about an hour ago. "Jessica, I have some fantastic news. I managed to schedule a meeting with a potential business partner in Toronto. This means that I will arrive around the end of June." Crap. Now I have to plan something quick.