Gate Gears Novels & Stories

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.

I guess I never paid that much attention before, then again I'd never been in such a rush to get home before. After what seemed like an eternity I pulled up to the gates and put my thumb to the scanner to let me in. It may not be up to Tony Stark's standard but it's not bad. Once opened, I drove my black Mercedes-benz S-class into the six car garage and hooked it up to the electrical charge point.

"How's the gate turret coming, Dutch?" Dutch leaned over the wooden railing, wiping his brow with the back of his leather work glove, a proud, grin spreading across his face. "This little genius right here figured out a way to bypass the Coalition's electronic firing solenoid using a spare 12-volt relay from Flatbed One. We've got the fifty-cal mounted, zeroed, and linked straight to a foot pedal in the high watchtower. Anyone tries to ram the main gate, and we can lay down two thousand rounds of armor-piercing lead in under sixty seconds."

By the time I pulled up to the heavy iron gates of the building, my palms were slick against the steering wheel, and my heart hammered against my ribs. The security guards at the perimeter fence recognized my car instantly. The main guard, a massive guy with a scarred knuckle who usually looked like he ate gravel for breakfast, gave me a quick, respectful nod. He granted me immediate entry into the private underground garage without a single question. The heavy iron gates rolled back with a low, mechanical groan that echoed off the damp concrete walls.

Gabe's eyes sparkled with wonder as he took in the sights of the underground garage. Walking towards their private elevator, a security guard approached. Jack introduced them all with pride, handing each woman their own personal swipe card and keys. The key safe, labelled with care, held the promise of seven different keys to unlock the treasures within the garage. Liza and Del's eyes widened in awe at the sight, realizing the extent of what was before them.

Deeper. We reached a door. It was heavy steel, painted grey. Kaela pressed her hand against a small black panel. A light scanned her palm. The door unlocked with a solid clunk. She pulled it open. Beyond was a garage. But it was not a normal one. It was small, stark, and lit by harsh white lights. Three vehicles waited. They were not the sleek, black cars I expected. One was a battered delivery van. One was a plain silver sedan. The last was a dirty white utility truck with a ladder on its roof. They looked ordinary. They looked invisible.

The guard spoke, attempting to keep his eyes off my exposed chest. I acknowledged him with a swift nod as my Ferrari roared past the gate. I made my way to the second Gate and typed in the ridiculously long code father insists on having. He changes it every week. I presssed my photographic memory as the second gates swing open. I pull in to the front of our mansion, which has more security than the damn White House, and parked in front of the garage. I walk out, and throw my leather jacket over my shoulders. I make my way to the 15 feet double doors and swing both of them open roughly.

“Thank you.” I climbed into the SUV quickly and buckled my seatbelt. Aaron stared straight ahead, not sparing me a glance. The car rolled forward, the tires letting out a soft squeal as he stepped on the gas. The gate opened automatically as the sensor detected his vehicle. Two security guards stood at the post, snapping to attention and nodding respectfully as Aaron’s black SUV passed. The moment we cleared the gate, he accelerated hard. The engine purred—smooth, powerful. My body pressed back into the seat, my hand instinctively gripping the seatbelt tighter.

the garage doors are highly secured because behind the doors are cars worth tens of millions of dollars. so you need a password and fingerprint to open the doors. as the doors of the garage open, the light is turned on automatically and the floor is shining and each car was on a rotating platform raising the cars a few inches up from the ground and there is a stand-in front of every car with if specs on it.