Fnaf Security Guards Novels & Stories

The guard was groaning face down on the floor surrounded by potting soil and broken ceramic, his resistance gone, his body understanding before his mind did that this particular situation was finished. “His name is Jephthah,” Aiden said, pulling the man’s arms tighter and looking up at me briefly. “He has been on the security roster for eight months. Clean record until now, which is exactly why nobody flagged him.” “He was working for Miranda,” I said.

And that was my greatest fear of all. So I did what any man in my position would do; I instantly took action. Immediately, I hired a team of professional, highly trained undercover security guards to shadow Trina and both of our kids twenty-four hours a day. They are former special forces operators who could blend seamlessly into the background while maintaining constant surveillance. They were simply the best in their field as they were just like silent shadows, always present but never detected. None of them, not even my extremely intelligent and highly perceptive son Jayden knew that they were being watched. As such, I could finally breathe easier knowing that trained eyes were watching t

I have heard so much about you. The way she said it convinced me she had heard only positive things. All I could think of at that moment was ‘’the two Rs’’ - Raven and Rory. We would do exploits as female mafia leaders. ‘’It’s nice to finally meet you, Rory,’’ I said. We got the signal to move in fifteen minutes later. Since it had taken fifteen minutes, we had about five minutes before the security breach was registered. The compound’s security system relies on a network of fifty guards stationed at strategic points. Every twenty minutes, the guards are required to report in using their handheld radios, ensuring that all guards are accounted for and a potential or actual breach is identifie

The strawberry blonde man with a light beard told him. They both wore the formal IGYS uniform of black utility pants and gray uniform shirt. One patch on his shoulder showed that he was a certified armed security officer and the other was the IGYS patch with an ARMY rocker above it. Almost all his employees were former military and he encouraged them to display it. The lower rocker showed that he was an EMT-B, the minimum that Neo allowed for his guards. The other guard’s rockers proclaimed him to be NAVY and MEDIC. “Of course.” Neo replied. “Any issues with the hospital?”

At this company, they trained people to be professional bodyguards and they provided security services like installing CCTV, wiretapping, tracking stolen devices and installing digital clocking systems in workplaces. Graham started this Company when he had just risen to the ranks in the military but he didn't reveal himself to the public. No one knew who the GT Security Company belonged to. Aaron went straight to the training hall where he found different men and women training in martial arts. They were skilled because they always practised. Even Aaron's bodyguards were from this company and that was why they were good. When they saw Aaron, they immediately stopped what they were doing, org

Sebastian snapped, stepping out first, shoulders rigid. Kane followed anyway. “Protocol says” “I don’t care about protocol.” Sebastian’s thumbprint pressed into the scanner, the door sliding open. “You guard the building. Not my bedroom.” Kane stopped just inside, eyes sweeping the open-plan space: kitchen island, floor-to-ceiling windows, gym through glass doors. “Someone was here. In this room. Watching you lift weights at three in the morning.” He gestured toward the gym. “I’m not leaving you blind.”

I sigh. I really liked that car. It was the first thing I bought with the money that I had earned. It was a cute little Fiat. I tell them that all our cars have hidden dash cameras. Doug, Sean, and Zach made sure that our security was top of the line. Especially when we were out on tour, all of the security guards were guys from their company. Not that Tianya and Kylynn couldn’t have handled some crazy fans, but they insisted. I explained how they outfitted all the tour buses and our personal cars with hidden cameras. I know it makes them feel better if they know who is around us, especially when we are out on tour. “They are also responsible for the security at work. All the securi

Arthur sighed heavily and left. “Call security,” Griffin instructed one of the maids, who quickly rushed to obey. A few seconds later, a line of security guards marched in. “Mr. Stefan orders that no one enters without permission,” Griffin addressed them sharply. “If this happens again, consider yourselves blacklisted from applying for any job, anywhere.” Some of the guards glanced briefly at Stefan but nodded, stomping their feet in unison as a respectful salute. Without another word, they pivoted and exited the room.

Any planning. Internal watchers were activated within Wildfangs. Any breach. Any odd behavior. I wanted it reported. Guard rotations changed every two hours. Different teams. No patterns. Every tunnel, corridor, and ceremonial space was checked. Kain and I reviewed every security member. Backgrounds. Loyalties. Anyone questionable was reassigned. “Two guards in the family wing at all times,” Kain ordered. “Six downstairs. My daughter and mate are my priority.” “What about the tunnels?” the chief asked.

She started to pull off his lap, but he held her firm. “Your safety has been contracted to my company. I’m not sure if you knew it or not, but we have provided security services for many years to many different clients. Marcello is going through our staff as we speak to sort out who will be best to be your personal guards.” “My personal guards? I don’t need a personal guard and I sure as hell am not having one of your guys in the club watching me shake my money maker and reporting back.” “They will bring you to and from the club and anywhere else you go.”