Hazmat Suit Stranger Things Novels & Stories

"Jana." Jana hurried over to her. "Here. Put this on." It was an olive green jumpsuit that had the name of some aviation company on it. "What?" "If the cops think you work here, they'll leave you alone." Hailey eyed the jumpsuit. It wouldn't fit and she'd stand out because of that. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" "Yes. It's the only one I have. The cop didn't look twice at me as I strolled through the hanger."

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

The suitcase was gone, and so were those cotton dresses. My scent was also rapidly vanishing from the room. Kayden rushed downstairs to check the security footage at the pack entrance. The screen showed what had happened a few hours earlier. Several of his pack members threw me—injured and unconscious—beyond the pack's borders. There was an armored vehicle marked "Supernatural Human Association" parked by the road. Several human medical staff dressed in protective gear lifted my blood-covered body onto a stretcher. In my hand, I was clutching a small, fuzzy toy. It was something I had prepared for the pup.

she demanded. “Tell me who you are,” Rex said in a threatening tone as he backed up a few feet. Now that he thought about it, her clothes weren’t common clothes worn by humans who’d survived the apocalypse and were struggling to survive. They also weren’t anything like the clothes he’d seen on Baelil and his people. She wore a one piece jumpsuit that was made from a fabric that looked almost like rubber and her hair was held away from her face with a band that looked to be made of copper covering most of her forehead. He hastily raised his bow and loaded an arrow into it.

They will spruce up my outfit nicely. When he emerges from the bathroom, my mouth waters at the site of him in a more casual state. He kept the dress shirt on but rolled up the sleeves, tucking it into a pair of dressy, dark-wash jeans, and a belt to complete the ensemble. With his arms now exposed, I can see the intricate artwork on his skin and realize his entire forearm, maybe more, is covered in a mechanical network of gears and things very masculine. I stop myself from drooling, snatch my outfit from the bed, and head toward the bathroom. But suddenly, that tatted forearm reaches out, effectively snagging my body at the waist. I stop as he pulls me to him.

"Whoever is inside knows how to shield it." They reached the top of the debris pile. The cargo bay doors were jammed open, revealing a cavernous, dark maw. Standing in the center of the opening, backlit by the flickering blue emergency lights inside, was the Sniper. He—or she—was wearing a patchwork suit of hazmat gear and leather armor. A gas mask with a single, glowing blue eye-lens covered their face. The sniper rifle was lowered, but not safetied. It was a kinetic weapon—an old-school slug thrower, not an Admin energy rifle. Illegal. Untraceable.

Recognition settled quietly on his expression as his gaze flicked once across her own cart. Fuel stabilizer. Freeze-dried food. Heavy-duty batteries. Neither of them spoke. A crash suddenly echoed near the checkout lanes. People jumped hard enough to rattle entire shelves. Two men were shouting over a boxed generator while employees rushed toward them nervously. “Bullshit, I grabbed it first!” “You walked away from it!” No one intervened. Even now, people understand that helping strangers comes with a risk. The stranger beside her looked toward the overhead televisions as another emergency alert interrupted the Seattle footage.

Julian laid out the special clothing on the bed, a sleek, jet-black tactical suit, fitted to Cecil’s form. It was flexible enough for stealth movement, but lined with hidden compartments and reinforced seams. Lightweight, breathable, and deadly quiet. Perfect for slipping undetected into enemy territory. “Where did you even get this?” Cecil asked as she slipped the suit on, running her fingers over the reinforced stitching and small side pockets. Julian didn’t look up. He was inspecting a vial filled with translucent liquid. “Let’s just say... It’s a prototype we keep in storage at the Federation HQ—for situations that require more... discretion.”

No, that would be the fact that he was wearing what looked to be an earth-toned aerodynamic suit. "Did any of you guys sense that he was out there?" I asked the others via mind-link. Leo answered first with a simple, "Nope." "Me neither," Tyler said quietly. Denny simply growled his answer for Sam, while Roxie remained quiet. "Seth from Moon Rain, I assume?" the stranger asked as he crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes looking between us as he tried to figure out which one was the Alpha. I nodded my head as I offered my hand for him to shake, "Yes, thanks for having us."

Sweat dripped down my temple, dampening the fabric of my black, full-body suit. I had ditched the red dress and shapewear in the washroom, hiding them in the toilet tank. Now, dressed in my covert gear. Karma must have to bite my ass if I am doing this.The pouch strapped to my waist contained everything I needed, the tools, explosives, and a few other gadgets. I just hope those explosives do not get activated while I am crawling through the AC ducts, otherwise Fourth of July and New year will be celebrated tonight . My earpiece crackled to life.