Fire Alarm Green Light Blinking Novels & Stories

Sam was confused as he asked, "The label was clear, so what went wrong?" Paul explained, "The yellow alarm icon has two meanings. One is what you said—contacting outside help in emergencies. The other is a warning." "A warning?" "Yes, this buzzing sound we're hearing is a pre-warning alert. In a botanical garden like this, while large predators are unlikely, there are plenty of insects and reptiles, some of which may be venomous. This button likely serves to initiate a pre-warning lock for safety." Miranda's eyes widened. "I think I heard a click from the door lock just now."

“I’ve got you. We’re going home.” Her boots echoed too loudly as she started down the steps. A second later, something clicked above, another door opening. “Lila!” Dominic’s voice, sharper now. “Stop running. The building’s on emergency power. You don’t know what’s happening.” “Stay away from us!” “I’m trying to keep you safe!” The stairwell lights flickered, then steadied to a sickly yellow. Somewhere below, an alarm buzzed, short, staccato, wrong. Not fire. Something else. Something worse.

“You don’t have to do it alone, Damien. Not anymore.” I exhaled. “You still trust me after everything?” He smiled faintly. “No. But I believe in you. That’s worse.” I almost laughed. Then the security alarm blared. Both of us froze. The red light above the door flashed once, twice. Then the emergency system cut out with a hiss. Adrian’s eyes widened. “Someone’s here.” “Stay behind me,” I said, reaching for the drawer where I kept my gun. The hallway lights flickered as I opened the door.

Just once. Just for a fraction of a second. But Melina's enhanced senses picked up on it immediately. Noticed the momentary power fluctuation. Noticed the way the fluorescent lights dimmed and then brightened again. Something was wrong with the facility's electrical systems. Before she could process what that might mean, the alarm began to scream. Not the routine alarm that signaled extraction time. But a deeper, more urgent alarm. A sound that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the chamber. Red lights began to flash, casting everything in alternating brightness and darkness.

He would see me. ‎ ‎I looked at the fire extinguisher. ‎ ‎I will teach you to bite. ‎ ‎I unhooked the heavy red canister. My hands were shaking. ‎ ‎Vargo’s footsteps got closer. Clack. Clack. Clack. ‎ ‎He passed the break room. He was ten feet away. Five. ‎ ‎I gripped the extinguisher, preparing to swing. ‎ ‎Suddenly, the PA system overhead crackled to life. ‎ ‎"SECURITY ALERT. FIRE ALARM TRIGGERED IN SECTOR 4. EAST WING."

He held it up between his thumb and index finger. "You want it?" Dominic asked softly. "Come take it from me." Lucas bared his teeth. He took another step forward, raising the pistol to Dominic's head. "I don't need you alive to take it out of your hand." Before Lucas could pull the trigger, the main server monitors behind me flickered violently. The amber warning screens vanished. The room plunged into darkness for a split second before emergency red lighting kicked on. A loud, automated alarm began to blare through the ceiling speakers. A cold, synthetic voice overrode the room’s air systems.

Fareeda said. She watched the printer with keen interest as it shone blue and green lights and made weird noises. Just then, the fingerprint safe shone a red light and started to beep. "Uh oh, I just got an intruder's alert from Alex's phone," Mini said "The safe's beeping and the blue lights from it have gone and it's now a red light," Fareeda complained. "Calm down. It's the safe's intruder alarm and I know how to turn it off. Fareeda, I need you to quickly find a button on the safe or around it and press it,"

"Let them feel they had the upper hand, that I was the student. It worked like a charm. Broke the ice and I picked up a practical skill too." "Huh." He nods. "Smart." "Don't get too excited. I haven't fixed it yet." But as if the universe wants to contradict me, a little yellow light on the radio starts blinking. "What's that mean?" He points, leaning closer. "It's good, right?" "It's progress." I indicate the circuit board. "Now I can test the wiring, find where the fault is. Yellow means there's power at least." He nods, watching intently. "Green is the goal. Green light means we can transmit a call for help."