Gate Gears Novels & Stories

It could even deploy a steel mesh, completely blocking the hail from reaching the surface. The ground was already frozen, slick as ice, but with anti‑slip tires, the G‑Class remained steady. Ray stayed cautious, keeping his speed around twenty kilometers per hour. There was no rush. The G-Class threaded through the residential complex and soon reached the main gate. Naturally, the sensor system had long since failed—the barrier wasn't going to lift on its own.

"Pero ang Second Key ay hindi basta kinukuha. Kailangan itong agawin mula sa kamay ng kamatayan." ​Biglang bumukas ang lupa sa gitna ng kweba at lumabas ang isang mekanikal na halimaw—isang dambuhalang bakal na bear na kontrolado ng mga gears at steam. Ito ang "Guardian" ng susi. ​ANG PAGKAKAISA ​"Xander, the joints! Ang mga turnilyo sa balikat ang kahinaan niya!" sigaw ni Liam habang pinagmamasdan ang galaw ng makina.

The lead agent responded, "Negative. We need to prioritize the surface." The agents proceeded without detecting his presence. ( Confirm ) Kael moved forward as the slope became steeper. His panel opened and updated. [ Surface Distance: 240 meters ] Gate 2 is smaller than Gate 3. It is used for maintenance rather than fieldwork. Kael stepped out from behind storage crates in an unmarked maintenance shed. He noticed two relaxed security officers at the gate controls. The Core was calm as he reached the surface. ( Standard ) His panel opened again and displays a synchronization update.

Josè nodded and opened the gate. Garry drove in and before Josè could close the gate,another car also drove in speedily. #

The garage wasn't huge—maybe enough spaces for a couple dozen cars—but it was secure and private. I looked at the car key I'd picked up for the first time and saw what I was looking for. It was a BMW key and it looked new; no visible key was showing but I assumed it had one of those emergency keys inside the remote somewhere, I pressed the unlock button and I saw lights flash on a vehicle by the exit gate. I approached the car and was thoroughly impressed with what I was going to be driving.

"My wolf can’t smell the Grave-Weavers anymore. He smells something cold. Something that doesn't bleed." At the center of the brass-bound cavern stood a colossal, circular vault door, sealed with three massive, interlocking gears of solid gold. As we approached, a deep, grinding click echoed through the floorboards. The giant gears began to slowly rotate, their heavy brass teeth scraping together with a deafening, metallic shriek that sent a shower of bright spark-embers across the stone.

Xander said. "It fails structurally," Marcus confirmed. "But the drive fires at full pressure regardless of whether the gears are clear. The machine doesn't know the gears are jammed until after the firing sequence initiates." A pause. "Which means someone needs to get a wedge into the gear housing before the sequence initiates." "How close does that require." "On the machine." Xander looked at the rig grinding through the surf toward the shore. Its automated tracking arrays were scanning — he could see the sensor heads rotating, reading for targets, and the targeting logic was the kind that would track the highest-amplitude frequency signal in the environment.

"Reverser line, Betony! Pull!" Betony threw the transmission into reverse, stepping on the gas. GRIND. CRACK. The V8 engine howled as the heavy steel cable snapped taut. High-tension steel groaned against the iron tracks. With a sudden, violent spray of sparks and snapping bolts, the left panel of the heavy blast gate buckled inward, creating a narrow, jagged four-foot gap just wide enough for the G-Wagon to force its way through. Zaid unhooked the cable, threw the crowbar into the bed, and vaulted onto the G-Wagon’s running board as Betony stomped the accelerator.

Without further explanation, Gael swiftly made his way towards the door, his eyes still burning with anger. Once outside, he immediately summoned his car keys, his urgency evident in the way he called out, "My keys!" A security guard promptly approached him, handing him the keys to one of his luxury cars. "Sir, would you like us to tail behind?" the security guard inquired, concern etched on his face. Gael shook his head, dismissing the offer, "No, I'm fine." He swiftly positioned himself behind the wheels and drove out of the mansion, the engine roaring to life.

My face instantly turned cherry at his insinuation. "Pervert." His laugh got louder. "You're blushing again. I liked it." I didn't say a word and just looked outside again. The drive was smooth sailing and I'm quite pleased that the road is already cemented. It's not as backward as I thought. A few moments passed and I saw a large gate in front of the road. It's a black gate with a gold vine-like design on the upper part. Maverick stopped the car next to the gate and got out. He gestured to me to stay in the car. After opening the gate, he returned to the vehicle and masterfully parked it in the garage.