Foto Zero Two Novels & Stories

He closed his eyes, opened them, and stared at the screen again. His thumb hovered uselessly above the glass. Instinctively, his eyes darted to the top of the portal page to double-check the routing parameters. He checked the account identifier first. The name listed was Ethan Vale. He checked the deployment reference marker. Node 04 — Industrial Logistics Complex. Correct. He checked the settlement execution date. Today’s timestamp. Correct. Then his eyes traveled back down to the final payout line. His brow furrowed deeply. "No," he whispered, his voice flat with immediate disbelief. "That's... that's a system glitch. Someone dropped a zero. Or three."

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Behind Luke, holding the barrel of a heavy black handgun pressed directly against the base of Luke’s skull, was Subject Zero-Two. Zero-Two looked like Noah’s dark mirror image. He had the same sharp jaw, the same dark blue eyes, and the exact same height. But across his forehead, running from his hairline down to his right eyebrow, was a thick red lotus tattoo that stood out starkly against his pale skin. "Noah, don't open that door!" Luke shouted toward the camera, his raspy voice tight with tension. "He brought three Vanguard strike teams with him! They have the whole yard surrounded!"

“Well…hate to break it to you, but I guess they did; perfect that science, that it.” “What?” Kathy frowned. “No, that’s impossible! How…oh...” “You mean, oh no?” I offered. “Oh shit!” “Yup.” I nodded. “Zero.” “Subject Zero.”

The room fell silent as we all thought of how bad we were as friends and how that may cost us our friend's life if we didn't hurry, and our friendship when we save her and she finds out. Connor frowned, reaching out to me. "Let me try something." We all watched him as he punched in a couple of numbers and the phone unlocked, taking us to where we've been trying to get to. "Ah! It worked!" I squealed excitedly as Connor worked his way to where the video would be stored from the camera. Hazel turned to Connor. "Wait, what was the pass code?" Connor glanced up briefly. "Six zeros." We all fell silent. Then burst into laughter.

the fat manager smiled coldly and said. Fiona counted carefully as her face darkened. “Why, why is it five zeros? This is really two hundred thousand per bottle?”

is gone. "Target 002 identified," Dante says, his voice devoid of any emotion. He raises a pulse-rifle and aims it directly at Zora’s heart. "Executing the purge."

Behind the zero two, zero three zero four is also a brow, zero two footsteps stop,: "What's the matter with you?" Zero one looked up and looked sharp: "Don't touch her."

He checked it, his attention momentarily leaving Zara. In that split second, Zara's fingers flew beneath the table, and she punched in the secret code. 20, 08, 18!

This time, every light in the facility turned red. Cain whispered, “That's not Zero.” Ethan stared at him. “Then what is it?” Cain looked terrified. “It's what Zero remembers.” --- Ava followed Zero through a long corridor. The walls were covered with photographs. Hundreds. Thousands. Ava stopped. Every photograph showed her. Different ages. Different hairstyles. Different clothes. Different versions. Twenty-two photographs had red marks across them. Ava's breath caught. “Those are me.” Zero nodded. “Versions one through twenty-two.”