Hazmat Suit Stranger Things Novels & Stories

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.

I wore a white polo shirt and matching three-quarter knee-length shorts, and Zahra wore a simple blue sundress with a large black hat which she swiped up from the center table in the living room, but the surveillance system still detected a bug very close to us. I searched my pockets for any sign of bugs and ran my hands up and down my clothes. Zahra looked at me weirdly and raised an eyebrow to ask what was going on. And, my eyes immediately moved to Zahra's hat. I slowly took it off and noticed a small red light hidden in the base of the hat. I swiped the hat off her head, making it look like a mistake, and a woman who was rushing into the building trampled on it and kicked it to the side.

It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known. “What the hell I’m doing. It’s an awkward thing on me being worried too much to a woman whom I never met and known in my life. Damn! Why would I waste my time helping a totally stranger woman.” He whispered and he stood up and was about to leave when a doctor came out from the room where the woman they helped was. “ Mr. Richard the woman you brought here is stabled now and out of danger. She is still unconscious due to the trauma she had been in her head. But don’t you worry I assure you that she will regain her consciousness within twenty four hours.” the doctor said.

I was about to go in when I heard someone knocking on the door violently. "ELECTRA... WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN? GET OUT OF THERE, NOW" It was Aiden, I can hear worry in his voice but I can't speak as I was in the protective suit. So I signaled that I am fine. I then went in and looked for the leak. I checked all the pipes but can't find it. Oh god... it went on for god knows how long when I finally found the leak... but then my suit indicated that the suit has emptied the oxygen and I need a new one. God No...

Closing his eyes, he awaited for his death but he suddenly heard the man groan in pain and hearing Helena's voice surprised him and when he opened his eyes, the man was staggering as something Helena threw at him got into his eyes. "Babe, let's go." She called on Larry who was still in shock. The man was standing in between them and the door, Larry felt they were trapped. "Let's go this way." Helena ran back into the room. When Larry entered the room, it took a lot of guts for him not to have puked right there, there was a table in the center of the room and on it was a human skull and a jar filled with kidneys and a heart, the room was filled with knifes and machetes and bows and arrows and

We had six hours of dead time, and in the cramped, high-tension atmosphere of the safe house, that time felt like an eternity. The adrenaline of the flight and the looming threat of the Obsidian Circle had created a volatile cocktail in our blood. Julian watched me as I prepped my gear—a sleek, haptic-feedback suit that would fit under my civilian clothes. "Turn around," I said, my voice slightly breathless as I struggled with the compression zip at the small of my back.

The sound of running water told me Tarzan was still showering, getting ready to drop me off before disappearing to wherever mysterious, ridiculously attractive guys go. What if he took them? The thought hit me hard. Maybe he hid them somewhere. Maybe this whole “helpful stranger” thing was just an elaborate scam. *Paranoia officially activated. I tiptoed around the small room like the world’s worst spy, then crept to the closet and gently eased the door open. Nothing suspicious — just his sleek helmet, a few faded black clothes, a cheap wristwatch, and workout sneakers. Everything he owned was black. Faded, worn-out black.

That was just sex! Her head was full of a lot of thoughts. She knew that she’s a broken shit. She was damaged beyond repair. A lady who was emotionally and mentally unstable. So, she can’t stay and commit to him or anybody else. She will just become a liability to someone. She doesn’t want that. She watched the scenery outside the taxi. The sun was rising. She saw it as a new beginning. A new day she needs to survive. She can’t help but think of the stranger. I’m sorry, Mr. Stranger. But I guess, it’s a goodbye. Apollo Justice

Spencer’s POV Most of my skin has already been covered by my day clothes, but in the few places I’m not, I can feel the hazmat suit’s crinkly plastic resting against me uncomfortably. I shudder as the plastic continues to shift. It clings uncomfortably to my skin and is far from stealthy, causing a loud rumpling sound to ring out with every step. I’d hoped that we could carry out this surveillance with at least the slightest bit of stealth and decorum, but as the entire haphazard team of us begins to make our way into the Sunclash pack, it becomes more and more evident that that’s just not going to happen.

Dr. Voss arrived in twelve minutes. It was an impossible time, a testament to the speed and efficiency with which Damian's world operated. When the private elevator doors opened, Voss was already in motion, a grim silhouette in full protective gear. He wore a sealed bio-suit from head to toe, a face shield that obscured his features, gloves, and a respirator that hissed with every breath. He carried a black medical case that looked like a fortress, and he moved with the cold, practiced precision of a man who had done this too many times to be rattled by the sight of human suffering.