Fnaf Security Guards Novels & Stories

This was just discussed with my lawyers as backup plan should the elders insist on knowing how I purchased the expensive apartment. "And the security detail she has?" Elder Morrison continues. "That comes as a benefit of her employment," Shawn explains. "Given the very real and proven threats to her safety, I felt it was necessary. The guards are employed by Ace Industries, not by me personally, and their presence is standard protocol for employees who face credible danger." There's steel in his voice now, and I can tell he's not pleased about having to explain himself even though half of what he is saying is a lie.

The next day, I stationed two guards outside Enid’s workshop before sunrise, when the compound was still yawning itself awake and the smell of oil clung to the air. I told myself it was strategy. Reinforced security. Heightened alert. Standard Alpha decisions in unstable times. None of it stopped my wolf from pacing like I had locked him in a cage made of bone. “Rotation every four hours,” I said, voice steady. “No one in without authorization.” One of the guards, Finn, tilted his head. “Including the mechanic herself?”

“He's young and will soon realize it was nothing except a strategic move.” “I agree, but you can be the one who explains that to him. Nothing I say to him will leave much impact.” “Fine, fine.” I wave a hand, hardly giving a shit what the kid thinks he's owed. Considering he hasn't done anything yet to earn what he believes should be his, he has zero room to complain. “And we're fully manned, otherwise?” “We have double the guards on duty at the club, at the restaurant, at the warehouses, and all of them are working six-hour shifts to ensure they're fresh in case something goes down.”

"It's not a suite, but the bathroom is right next door. Make yourself at home; you're welcome here." I left Raina in the room and went to mine, sat on the bed, and rubbed my eyes. Things were going to get difficult around here. Then I remembered the call I needed to make. "Rubens, how are things over there?" I asked the security guard and heard his laugh. "Our first lady is being calm and well-behaved, boss," he replied, and at least my crazy girl was calmer these days. "I need a reliable security guard, one who'll do the job and won't make friends with whoever he's working with, like you did with Hannah. You said you had two more ready," I requested.

They could feel goosebumps all over their bodies. “Get up and kneel properly, or else I’ll break both of your legs.” Harvey ordered, indifferent. Perhaps due to Harvey’s severity, the security guard with the crew cut didn’t dare to refute at all. He could only straighten up his body and kneel obediently, shaking. ‘Slap!’ Harvey slapped the guard again. “Security is included in the service sector, protecting the safety of one party.” ‘Slap!’ “If someone parked inappropriately, you could just criticize and educate them, and then fine them a few dollars.”

he says, pointing at the screen “—about how Van Straus awarded a multi-million-dollar contract to Midas Security Ltd. a year ago.” I frown, recognizing the name. Midas Security is basically the equivalent of having a guard dog chained in your front yard. The crew and I ran into them a handful of times, and each time has proven to be a giant pain in the ass. Their security personnel officers are incredibly well-trained, most of them having been hired due to their military backgrounds. We’re talking Navy Seals, British SAS, Israeli Mossad, all dangerous and extremely capable. “Crap,” I mumble.

"He failed to report an open spot in the guard posts. When he got here, the nightshift man was not here. He didn't tell us until we asked him, now, four hours after shift change." From the cage I hear, "I didn't want to wake you guys." I smack the cage and scream, "Who the fuck cares about a little missed sleep when my wives and my kids could be in danger. We boosted the security because we had a threat, not because we want to pay you guys to do nothing. Until we clear you, you are off duty, without pay." The man nods and sulks off to the cage chair. "Fine." My trusted guard, who we call Frosty, looks at the footage as he sighs. "It looks like the post has been empty since at least midnight.

"We just need to ensure his safety until the transfer resumes." Both men looked at her, awaiting elaboration. "Private security contractors," she explained. "Not for Vincent directly, but for the facility perimeter. Legally hired, properly registered, positioned to monitor for external threats." "Possible," Antonio agreed thoughtfully. "We have relationships with several reputable firms." "Do it," Diego ordered. "Full coverage, best personnel available. And Antonio—activate Protocol Seven." Antonio's expression revealed surprise before he carefully neutralized it. "You're certain?"

"I did. You're only making it worse, so you might as well keep your mouth shut." "What—" "What Gunner was trying to say was that he wasn't just a bodyguard, as he is also one of the owners of their security agency. He and his brother founded their agency," I told Annie. Annie nodded her head. "Oh...I see..." she said as she finally understood what Gunner wanted to say. I looked at Gunner and gave him a look that says, 'See? That was easy.' He didn't say anything nor give me a reaction and just averted his gaze instead, making me shake my head.

_“If you’re hearing this, James Hayes is not Joseph Okafor...” James stood. Fast. “Turn that off.” Two guards by the door moved. Nathan drew. Not a gun. A badge. “Uyo Division. Internal Affairs. Stand down.” They froze. Because Nathan wasn’t just heir. He was IA liaison. Doctor with a badge. James’ smile dropped. “You can’t—” “I can,” Nathan said. “Because the NFCC is in the lobby. With a warrant. For you. For fraud. For kidnapping. For murder.”