Gate Gears Novels & Stories

And after I momentarily parked my car in front of the massive gate, he then made his way towards me. I rolled down the window of my car so that we could talk face-to-face. "I already installed all the cameras," he informed me. I nodded. "Thanks. I'll just connect it to my phone then." George only nodded as a response. "Is the kid inside?" "Yes, sir," he answered promptly, to which I answered with a nod. Then, I asked him, "Can you please ring the doorbell for me?" But before he could even do what I asked, the gate had already opened by itself.

The gates were stone. Not decorative stone; load-bearing, defensive, the kind cut from a mountain rather than shaped for aesthetics. They opened inward without visible mechanism as the car approached, which meant someone had been watching the road long before the headlights reached them. Kaela noted that. Filed it.

The gate slides open and we roll inside. My heart beats out of rythym as my gaze falls on the entire house. Big black double doors sit above a small half-moon staircase that leads to the front door. Jem, veers the car to the right and a black garage door opens. A narrow road tilts down and leads us underground to a massive garage. Multiple cars and bikes, all expensive as hell, is lined up facing the wall in a neat extremely expensive row. The engine turns off and Jem hops out pulling my door open with a flourish.

Emiliano The headlights of my Mercedes-Benz AMG GT 63 illuminated el Patrόn’s gate as I flashed my badge beneath the sensor. The gate moved slowly to the side. A new set of guards stood at either side of the interior gate as I parked amongst many other vehicles. “Busy place,” Nick said as he unfastened his seat belt.

It's shooting out smokes and the gears on the side are spinning at incredible speed. "Yes, yes, yes," I say, looking at the gears as they soon start to move faster. "Wait. No. No! Too fast! Too fast!" Removing the wires, the gears are still turning too fast, and to make matters worst, they seem to be shaking. Also, it looks like they are getting loose. I try to stop the gears but they're moving too fast. Without a second thought, I drop to the floor just as the gears come off and fly around my room.

I got and make sure to walk quietly without making a sound. Opening the door to the garage, I took the Mustang Shelby GT500 car keys. I press the button on the wall to open the garage. I got in my car and make sure to change the sound of the exhaust into a quiet mode. I drive out from the garage and I glance to the rearview mirror to see the garage closing itself.

“Weapons have been tested, operating at maximum efficiency. Joint pistons have also been upgraded with a pressure release valve to help them when traversing a swamp. As per the mission parameters.” “Including Thornrat?” As if in response to her question, the light GearBane pumped its piston joints and cackled as the visors on its angular face focused towards the Battle Mage. “Feisty” Froster commented. “But useful.” Aster added. She summoned Thornrat from its mooring, the light Gearbane had a spring in its step, a byproduct of the coils that helped the machine sprint and even leap into battle.

Georgia found herself amused by what she had seen and took a photo with her phone, hoping to keep the memories till when they were grown but knowing she would selfishly stare at the pictures with every passing day. The guards at the gate waved at Dave and told him to drive in, the electronic metallic gate sliding open. With steady pressure on the accelerator, Dave glided the car to a steady stop at the base of the hill and switched the gear to parking, opening the door and rounding the vehicle to the trunk to go help unload.

He took a brief look at it, squinting his eyes a bit before nodding his head. "You can go in" he said, gesturing to the other guy with the bull mastiff to open the gates. The other one nodding in response, walks over to the dashboard on the right gate post and presses the red button on it. A beep sound is heard just before the gate begins to open automatically. Stepping on the gas, I drove in. Looking around, I could still recognize a lot of things here even after five long years.

"The mechanical tumblers are locked out." Matteo stepped forward, adjusting his tactical vest. "Stand back, Boss. I'll plant a micro-charge and take the hinges off the track." "No need," Gabriel murmured. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached beneath his high collar and pulled a heavy, worn brass key from a hidden cord around his neck. "I have carried this physical variable for twenty long years." He slotted the brass into the ancient keyhole. With a heavy, echoing *click*, the internal iron gears yielded. The massive oak doors slowly groaned open, releasing a draft of stale, frigid air.