Gps Invisible Dog Fence Novels & Stories

“It serves multiple purposes. First, you’ll have access to your work systems. Second, it has safety features. Only your biometrics will be able to remove it, and there is proprietary GPS tracking software that Enzo designed himself. Normally, GPS requires four or more satellites to be visible, but that’s without the use of our very own Vittori satellite.” I was sincerely touched that they would give me something like this. Part of me had been worried about those hunter fuckers getting their hands on me without anyone knowing. While that would be great if I was able to find Daph and Mom, it wouldn’t do anyone any good if I got locked up in a cage and couldn’t help either of them. Swallowing h

“Your dog is very obedient and doesn’t bark. Zachary was scared half to death by it last time.” Jasmine hummed. “It doesn’t bark sometimes, but it is good at guarding our house. Since we had it, no one dared climb over the wall at night anymore. Thieves used to spoil the surveillance camera above my fence and climb over the wall to get in.” Her parents were light sleepers and heard the movements outside. As a result, those thieves managed to get in but rushed to escape without even being able to pick the lock on their front door. Since they had the dog, their surveillance camera stayed intact.

“That’s Vlad Trizak and Milo Shaf; Malijc’s most ruthless guns. If they catch wind that he’s a cop, he’s dead. And not just that—he can somehow implicate you if he talks. We need to get him out of there right now!” My jaw clenches with fury as I consider the ramifications of what I will have to do. But I have no choice in the matter. I can’t let him die because he’s trying to do his job. I look at the monitor again and rub my hand across my lips with frustration. “Okay, change of plans. Gideon and I can move closer and monitor the situation. But we can’t act until we know for sure that he’s in danger.” Priest and Hunter nod in agreement as Gideon moves back toward the SUV and removes several

Garett knew they were looking around the house to see where they could get in or do something. He walked out the back door where the dogs were. He moved to the other side as the dogs were distracted by the three on the other side of the house. Garett opened the fence and moved to the back of the fenced area. The dogs never gave his location away. He moved to where he could see the men and even hear them to a point.

“Nobody’s going to believe we’re out here looking for… What was it again?” “Red-breasted mergansers,” he says without missing a beat. “God, you’re such a nerd.” “We’re not actually here to bird watch. Focus.” I roll my eyes before lifting my binoculars. We’re a safe distance away from the castle in question, trying to determine just how far out Van Straus’ security perimeter stretches. I spotted a patrol not too long ago making the rounds with a pack of well-trained, vicious-looking dogs. Belgian Malinois to be exact. The kind that can and will rip your throat out in less than twenty seconds. Gabriel and I are hidden amongst the tall trees that border the property, but we still have to be ca

Silas was a few steps ahead, his breath coming in rhythmic, steady plumes that vanished into the darkness; he didn't check back, not because he didn't care, but because he knew I would follow him to the end of the world. "The station’s perimeter fence starts in another fifty yards," Silas called out, his voice barely audible over the gale; he paused, crouching low against a wind-battered outcrop of rock. "The sensors are designed to detect movement, sound, and thermal heat; we have to be completely invisible."

I ask, watching Zeus run around the yard to find the perfect spot to relieve himself. “Not at all. Come on over, and bring Zeus,” he replies. “I miss the big mutt.” I want to correct him. Zeus is a purebred, but I know it doesn’t matter. I hang up and walk into the house, leaving the slider open for the dog. Doc had recommended getting cameras for the property, but I know too many people can hack those. The last thing I want is to give whoever is following me the opportunity to spy on me with my own equipment.

"The Hounds are literal professionals. They don't care about pack law. They care about the contract. And the contract says nobody enters, and the 'Asset' stays down." "Then I’ll change the contract." I pulled my phone from my pocket. My fingers flew over the screen. "Who owns Canis-Guard? Give me the parent company." "Vanguard Security Holdings," Hayes said. "They’re a multi-billion dollar firm. They don't sell to individuals."

In the distance, a massive digital billboard showed the Aegis Dynamics logo, but it was crossed out with a spray-painted silver hawk. "We're in the 'Under-Net,'" I said, a slow smile spreading across my face. I looked at the computer terminal on the desk. A single line of code was scrolling across the screen: GHOST_WOLF_PROTOCOL: ACTIVE. "They think they lost us," I continued, looking at Dax. "But we’ve got the mapping. We’ve got the ledger. And we’ve got the entire network to play in." A low-frequency hum vibrated through the floorboards the unmistakable sound of a variable-compression engine idling in the garage downstairs.

"Barbed wire, high mesh, clear sightlines. They built this to keep large herds of infected out. Look closely at the ground." We leaned in. Spanning the length of the fence line, nestled quietly beneath the light layer of fallen pine needles and powdery snow, were fine steel tension wires running parallel to the iron mesh. Small, concealed brass mechanisms were bolted to the lower posts at twenty-yard intervals. "Mechanical tripwires," Alexander whispered. "If someone tries to force the mesh or cut the tension lines, it triggers a silent mechanical signal inside the border watchtowers. No bells, no sirens to draw infected, just an internal lever drop inside their guardhouse."