Hancock Fallout Novels & Stories

Lake There’s a specific kind of silence that happens right before your life detonates. Not the peaceful kind. The deceptive kind. The kind where everything looks fine on the outside, but something underneath is ticking. That’s where I was the morning the ultimatum hit. I was in my kitchen, barefoot, staring at a cup of coffee I hadn’t touched. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass walls of my place, all clean lines and power and illusion. My phone buzzed on the counter.

He was still angry about it, too. And now, Samson had the nerve to show up? He wasn't going to hold back. "I was about to ask you the same thing!" he snarled. Mr. Jameson leaned in. "Yes, I want to know too!" "Away with you!" Mr. Hall shot Mr. Jameson an ugly look. He was a higher-ranking commander in the military, for heaven's sake, but he was always listening in to gossip and spreading it! Only then did Samson realize there was something wrong with his attitude. He shifted his tone. "Mr. Hall, I told Jessica to turn in that application ten days ago."

Then my vision suddenly flashed red. [Rhea Reid—mission failed. Divorce confirmed. Countdown reset to zero.] I never saw that coming. The System still had one last move. I grabbed the courthouse doorframe and dropped to the floor.

" Malakai smirked when he thought of the answer. "We're ghosts baby." Malakai responded and Eden wanted to laugh, but she was so confused at the same time. "Huh? The fuck do you mean?" Eden said and looked up to see a mischievous glint in her boyfriend's eyes. "I have someone, a hacker, his name is Rhys. He'd remove everyone's DNA, their information and everything there is about them off the systems of the world. When you joined the agency, he did the same. In short, we don't exist little one." Malakai said and Eden's eyes widened. She never knew the extent to which Malakai could go.

I stood in front of few guys who really looked like dangerous goons who is ready to take a life at that instant. " Strongest we have now is smack... " I frowned at him hearing that name. " It's Heroine .....but amount will be what we say and no bargaining . Deal or ....." " Deal " I replied before letting him complete. Like that our deal is made and I got what I wanted. ................. An anonymous world ....... I felt like I am traveling through such a world after taking that drug. A smooth and calm experience where there is nothing to make me disturbed. I was someone who is floating like a weightless body through that world without worrying about anything happening around him.

“I am sorry, I cannot comply. I do not understand the contextual usage of ‘f**k you’ in this instance. Would you like me to search for relationship counselling services?” That was it. The final straw. The digital equivalent of a pat on the head from a six-pack-ab’d saint. I leaned forward, my face illuminated by the cold blue light of his holographic form. I wanted to break its logic, to find a crack in that pristine moral code. “Where,” I enunciated slowly, with venomous clarity, “can I buy cocaine in Copenhagen?” The response was a masterpiece of passive-aggressive programming. “Cocaine is a dangerous and illegal Schedule II stimulant. Its use can lead to cardiovascular complications, seve

Every sound faded. He leaned in. A crash erupted behind them. Glass exploding. A gunshot cracking through the hallway. Lucian’s full body snapped into motion. He grabbed Elara’s hand and spun her behind him as a bullet ricocheted off the marble inches from where she’d stood. Damien’s men were here. Armed. Closing in. Lucian shoved a door open with brute force, dragging her through just as another shot tore through the air. “Down!” he commanded. She dropped instinctively.