Hawkins National Laboratory Flashlight Novels & Stories

“Are you sure this works?” Jack whispered, flashlight clenched between his teeth. “Not even a little,” muttered Edgar, the janitor from third shift, prying open the fire panel. Jack kept watch at the corridor’s bend. “You said you’ve bypassed this before.” “I said I’ve *seen* it bypassed. Huge difference, man.” Jack handed him a burner phone. “Trigger halon dump in ten minutes. Garble the cameras.” “Ten?” Edgar blinked. “That’ll fry the servers.”

reaching out across the wasteland like the fingers of a starving man. Ethan Hawke stood on the cliffs above the village, his "Strong Frame" braced against a wind that tasted of sleet and ozone. In his hand, he held an "Analog" brass telescope, but beside it on the stone parapet lay a "Zero-Point" scanner—a relic he had sworn never to use again. The Signal in the Dark The scanner's screen was cracked, but the "Data-Points" were unmistakable. A high-frequency "Audit" pulse was radiating from the south, originating from the ruins of Portland.

SAFE HOUSE – 3:47 AM Han worked frantically, surrounded by scattered electronics and half-assembled components. Wires snaked across the table like veins. His eyes were bloodshot, hands trembling from too much caffeine and too little sleep. "Talk to me," Jian said, standing over him. "Can you build it?" "I can build something. Whether it'll work..." Han gestured to the makeshift EMP device. "This is experimental. Untested. Could fry every electronic device in a hundred-meter radius, including our own equipment."

Yondu rambled on, talking about the circuit breaker again. Candice frowned, obviously thinking about something else. Alex had been silent. He looked down at his hand that Candice had let go of, feeling the warmth still lingering in his palm. He looked up at Yondu. "Are there any surveillance cameras here?" "Pardon?" "The circuit breaker tripping shouldn't be a coincidence. When you came over, did you see anyone?" Mr. Franklyn's laboratory was in a converted old house in a small alley. Yondu and Candice had lamented that besides the inconvenience of living there, it was not possible to find a second place in the entire Solaris with such low housing prices.

This place, though long empty, gave me the need to be as quiet as I could, be it out of respect or fear. "Great!" Lucas responded. "Dan says to look around. This side of the factory should be empty, as all the mechs were moved out when it was decommissioned. Whatever is causing the nuclear signature is in there. Please hurry." I tapped the headlamp against my palm, the broken strap flapping uselessly against my hand. It flickered, once, then twice before turning on, casting a spear of dim illumination into the darkness. I held the headlamp like a flashlight in my hand, gazing around to find workbenches, old computers, discarded tools and-

“Off. She wants them off. Thank you, Mr. Hawkins.” The overhead lights click off one by one. The room sinks into shadows. And suddenly, a horrifying realization crawls through my mind. Vance didn’t want the lights off for my comfort. He wanted them off for his.

One of them paused on the picture of Ethan Grayson standing guard in front of Leena, the room illuminated by a single emergency light. My jaw clenched. "They remain together." “Indeed, sir.” However, they are not the only ones. Zack Stanford and Kara Davis were present as well. "Thus, Niina Willis was." "And Charles?" "Wounded." Living. “Yet whoever planned this blackout aimed to keep him quiet.” I leaned ahead. “By whom?” Nathaniel paused. "That’s the issue, sir." We have no idea. However, the transmitter located in the vent—our technology team verifies it was constructed with a prototype taken from one of our research and development divisions.”

He just asked, "Do you have a flashlight on you?" "Yeah, I do." Frank passed a small, military-grade flashlight to Cassian. "I'll take a look inside the hole," Cassian declared. "I'll go with you." Frank was quite worried about Cassian's safety. "Me too!" Zoey chirped.

Hal said, looking up from the equipment he had brought to pinpoint the location they needed. “Then I’m going to have to go in. Maybe the cold is messing with decomposition? Please keep the flashlights pointed down at all times. Or our night sight will get messed up, and that’s not safe in these caves.” Heads nodded as headlamps and flashlights came on. It was odd because the girls all had flashlights that gave off a green light rather than the standard white light. So, Ian waited as each person entered the cave one at a time as the opening was smaller than its dark, tunnel-like interior.