Homelander Elevator Novels & Stories

The Enforcers on the roof were thrown off by the sudden acceleration, their bodies hitting the walls of the shaft with wet thuds. “Level 80… 90…” Julian gasped. “We’re almost there! Lisa, the pressure is too high! You’re going to blow the car’s structural seals!” “Then we’ll jump!” The elevator hit the penthouse lobby with a bone-jarring impact. The doors didn’t slide open; they were blown outward by the sheer force of Lisa’s resonance. She stepped out into the penthouse, Maya’s pod floating beside her in a tether of violet light.

A realization came to him that his gun was no longer in his hands after she aimed at the cams in the elevator. She shot down the cams on the elevator and pressed the ground button of the elevator. When the elevator closed completely, Luciano, who was still frozen, his phone rang, and he picked it up. She observed him cautiously as he picked up the phone. And she pressed the button on his phone for the loudspeaker, before she hurriedly climbed up, hiding on the roof of the elevator. Like a Spiderman, as she spread her body to be invisible from outside, she waited for the elevator to go to the ground floor.

Those were so far away that the pack would have to increase tenfold before we got halfway to it. "Last floor. We need to go up. There is a security guard up there. Jerry. Nice fellow. He won't mind me popping in. If he does put up a fuss, disarm, don't harm." Lysander instructed and walked to the elevator on the opposite side. Punching a button and scanning his work card, the doors opened with a ding. He cursed beneath his breath. "Thought they wouldn't have logged me out yet. They need my fucking computer most likely. Fucking idiots."

It meant that they would suffer the consequences if my order isn’t carried out the next second. The blonde man knew this, nodding nervously before saying, “Y-yes Alp—I mean Sir Hunter. Please, this way,” he gestured for me and I followed. I glanced at Jared who followed closely without saying a word. His eyes darkened, and I can feel his strong aura oozing off him as he walked. We got into the elevator and stopped at the top floor. “Here we are,” The meat and bones spoke, leading us to a separate room.

Ivory put on contact lenses and used concealer to hide his scar, and Greg wore shades and a hoodie before the two took a subway to the stop at the Primordial station, which was only a thirty-minute drive from Xandar and Lucianne’s residence. After stepping on the platform and using the loo to kill time while waiting for the crowd to disperse, they entered the elevator that was designed to only go up. The moment Greg slid a plain white card into the slit between the closed doors, the built-in scanner of the doors granted access. The pale yellow lights in the lift turned pale blue, and the lift descended.

"The midpoint. The staging area for the entire upper Spire garrison." "We take it," Ren said without hesitation. "Open the doors." Kara hit the enter key. With a soft, melodic chime that sounded horrifyingly out of place amid the carnage, the silver doors of the central elevator slid open. "Get in!" Ren ordered, shoving Kara into the spacious, wood-paneled interior of the luxury lift. Leo squeezed his massive frame in next, the elevator groaning under the weight of the Juggernaut armor. Ren stepped in last, turning to face the atrium.

Savannah wiped away the little doubt that Juliet had. They followed the very large frame of Travis as he entered the foyer of the building. He stopped to have a quick conversation with the security guards and motioned them to the lift farthest from the entrance. “This is the elevator we have to use, as it’s the only one that goes straight up to the penthouse level.” He looked down at them expecting at least a modicum of understanding.

The foul-mouthed guy got back on his feet and moved on to the next corridor. ‘Lets part now,’ Elky whispered in my ear. And so we did. I just melted away into the dim light, and Elky Jennings stepped on to the grilled landing, slipping on slimed concrete floor before it. There was a low dirty railing next to the grilled panels that he managed to grab on his way down. A sleepy guard leaned to the wall in a far corner. Elky froze. He was in two minds shooting the guard dead: it could be a noisy affair. A few minutes had past until the guard’s walkie-talkie came to life. He listened to it half-ear, without much enthusiasm on display, unplastered his butt from the rocky wall and went away, swear

Two workers reacted instantly, lunging forward and pinning his arms behind his back. Marcus thrashed desperately, screaming at the top of his lungs, "You can't touch this thing! You can't tear it down! This belongs to the town! This is our elevator!" "Your elevator?" Nicholas stared at him in confusion. "Mr. Mitchell holds the deed to this elevator. He funded it, built it, and paid for every single scrap of metal, equipment, and labor out of his own pocket. Since when does it belong to the town?" "So what if he built it?" Marcus barked defiantly. "He's from this town. He put it up at our front door, so that makes it communal property!"

There it was again. Not a request. Not comfort. A command wrapped around concern. Elena should have hated it. Instead, something dangerous and unfamiliar tightened under her ribs. “I’m here,” she said quietly. Adrian held her gaze for one more second, then pressed the elevator button. The doors opened almost instantly. Inside, the elevator was stainless steel and spotless, its control panel requiring a keycard for the lower restricted floors. Adrian slid the stolen security card through the slot. The B2 button lit up.