Halo 3 Miranda Keyes 소설 & 이야기

" The silence in the room was overwhelming as everyone said nothing. Mimi stopped laughing as soon as she saw the series of looks on my face before she pointed the finger at Caleb. "Ohhh come on Miranda why are you such a sell out ,I was going to own up to it myself. We are going to the location of the coordinates with the rogue. As I said, we can't leave her here and Miranda is coming with us . "It is safer that we take her with us than leave her in the pack to do only the goddess knows what. Besides, we might need her and if she tries anything, I could probably snap her neck and skin her for the tatoes," "She is still here, Jacka**, and she can hear you ." Her name is Nemesis, use it…rogue

"Let her go. Take me instead." "I do not need you anymore. Richard gave me the access codes before he died. Or thought he gave them to me. Turns out they were fake. His final trick." Miranda lifted Hope's carrier. "But this? This is valuable. The daughter of Flora Winters and Damien Cross. Think what she will be worth in eighteen years. All that trauma. All that rage. She will be magnificent." The helicopter lifted off. I lunged. Grabbed the landing skid. Held on with failing strength.

They uttered. "Alpha Herveaux?" a woman’s voice beckoned to me; she was dressed in a uniform and also inside the gate. Still holding one of those gammas down, I looked to see who she was; she looked familiar. "Miranda?" I callld. She bowed and came out of the gates. "Can we go somewhere else to talk? Please let go of them; they are all ready to give up their lives to protect this place; it’s endless," Miranda responded.

Luna screamed with wide eyes. "Yes, I'm eight months pregnant, I accepted this role because I need money to pay for the hospital when I give birth later," said the woman, smiling shyly. Jane nodded with satisfaction. Beautiful, elegant, and pregnant. Perfect! "What's your name?" asked Jane enthusiastically. "My name is Miranda." said the woman quickly. "Okay, you are perfect for this mission!" Jane exclaimed, shaking Miranda's hand. Eros, who had been sitting in the corner of Jane's living room, could only take a deep breath looking at his two best friends who were about to carry out the revenge mission.

He slowly lifted his hand. His fingers trembled. It was a key. Old. Black. Iron. Salt stains covered the metal. Just like the box under the maple tree. Aren stared at the key. Long. Very long. Then he heard a voice behind him. Easy. Tired. Trust me. “Please tell me that you also see it.” Mira. She was in the hallway. Barefoot. Bleach. And stared at the same key. seconds later Kai appeared. Then Elio.

“Mr. Kingsley, there’s a woman downstairs demanding to see Miss Hart. She says she’s her mother. Miranda Hart. She’s refusing to leave.” Evelyn’s blood went cold. Damian’s expression turned lethal. “Send her up. With two security officers. She doesn’t take a single step without them.” Three minutes later, the elevator doors opened. Miranda stepped out in a cream coat that looked brand new, lipstick perfect, eyes glittering with pure venom. Two large security men flanked her like silent shadows. “Well,” Miranda said, voice dripping sweetness. “Look at this. My stepdaughter, living in a palace while her father lies in a hospital bed. How quickly we forget where we came from.”

"Whoever it is, they have been doing it for months. Maybe since the war ended." Neal stepped forward, his green eyes blazing. "Who?" "We do not know yet," Kael said. "But we have a suspect. A servant. A woman named Mira. She has been working in the keep for ten years. She had access to the war room. To your private quarters. To everything." Noah's jaw tightened. "Where is she now?" "Detained in the lower hall," Kael said. "We found messages hidden in her room. Coded letters. Maps with marks on them. She was sending them out with the messenger birds."

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

The Bastion's heart still thrums in my chest, its golden pulse now syncopated, erratic, as if panicked. Ravel kicks a rock at the structure's base. It disintegrates mid-air. "Phase three," she mutters. "Because phases one and two weren't bad enough." The survivors huddle behind us, their faces gaunt. **Mira** clutches a makeshift med-kit, her hands stained with phosphorescent blood from the wounded. **Jax**, a former engineer turned paranoid survivalist, paces with a drone's severed limb as a weapon. "We need to leave. Now. Before it... does whatever it's gonna do."

“Lucas… what if she’s right?” He pulled her close, his voice low and fierce. “Then we’ll rewrite the truth ourselves.” _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Outside, thunder rolled across the hills, and miles away, deep inside the sealed Salvador Foundation, Amara Holt stood before the reactivated console. The red lights blinked in sequence as she entered a final command: PROJECT MIRROR: PHASE III- INITIATION SEQUENCE ENABLED.