Novel & Cerita Homelander Elevator

"They think we'll try to leave through the front or make a stand in the penthouse. They don't know about this elevator." "How do you know?" "Because I designed it that way. Built it into the renovation plans under a different contractor. Off the books." The elevator jolted slightly as it descended past the main lobby level. Lower. Into the subbasement. Elara's hand went to her pocket. The letter was still there. Safe. But would they be? The elevator slowed. Stopped. The doors opened onto a dimly lit parking garage. Concrete pillars cast long shadows. Flickering fluorescent lights made everything look sickly and unreal.

Her slender fingers danced across the hidden keypad and a white light shot from her palms that caused the panel to slide open with a soft hiss. An elevator car was revealed behind it, the kind of private lift only the ultra-wealthy elite could afford to install in their fortified sanctuaries. The doors parted soundlessly, and Serena stepped inside with the same blank, glassy-eyed expression on her face as the elevator began its smooth descent down into the underground depths of the villa’s foundations.

There is not enough height for a werewolf to be able to jump and to cause enough damage to get from one-floor level to the one above or below they are on in order to escape either. Each and every elevator, in this manner, is highly programmed to go from the hospital level down to an available security level and back up. A red-door elevator cannot be accessed from a single level alone. If a werewolf were to kill their escort, they would literally be trapped there and no one else would be able to access them. It literally takes a lot of control on the Human Side as well as the Werewolf Side to ensure that the rant is tended to properly and no harm is done to their escort. I knew all of this in

A rusted metal cage stood hidden behind stacks of old crates. It looked abandoned. Lucien inspected the controls. “No power.” Alexander crouched beside the wall. “There should be a manual override.” He removed a loose brick. Reached inside. Pulled a hidden lever. The ancient machinery groaned to life. Lights flickered overhead. The elevator shuddered. Vivienne raised an eyebrow. “I’m impressed.” Alexander smiled faintly. “My father hated obvious entrances.” The doors slowly opened. Inside… A single elevator. Large enough for all four of them.

"Your father has the elevators locked down from the top. He’s using the emergency override." "Not for long," Elena said, stepping toward the control panel. She pulled a small device from her pocket—a hardware bypass she had built in the penthouse workshop—and jammed it into the elevator’s maintenance port. "He thinks he owns the hardware. He forgot I own the soul of this building."

The facility's primary reactors downstairs were already imploding, the walls around us groaning as structural steel beams began to snap like toothpicks. We reached the end of the hall. The primary elevator doors were locked tight, a heavy red emergency seal blinking across the control panel. "It's jammed!" I shouted, coughing violently as the emerald gas from the lower canals began to filter up through the floor vents. "It's not jammed for me," Dominic growled. He stepped up, jamming his clawed fingers directly into the seam of the heavy tytanium elevator doors, his biceps bulging as he used every ounce of his remaining Alpha strength to rip the doors completely off their tracks.

I ask. “No,” she smiles sweetly. “Only security has codes to send the elevator to the correct floor. If you have access to multipule floors you will be asked where you are going and given only to the choices for the floors you are allowed. Luna Jared programmed all of this. His brain is amazing.”

"Louis is going to be pissed." Lorenzo didn't slow down. "Not a word. I need to settle this quickly, and then I'll be back in bed enjoying the attention showered on me by my husband." Anya's lips twitched. "Not exactly husband." Lorenzo shot her a look but didn't respond. They entered the building, the lobby cold and sterile. Anya pressed a series of buttons on the elevator panel…a sequence that only someone with clearance would know. The elevator descended, floor by floor, until it stopped at a level that didn't exist on any public map.

"She’s a 'Remainder' now. She can't report back. Her 'Policy' has been voided by the 'Source'." Sarah kicked the door of the skiff open. We were in a massive, underground cavern—the "Loading Dock" for the Space Elevator. Above us, the "Mothership" loomed like a golden star, connected to the Earth by a strand of carbon-nanotube that disappeared into the clouds. "We have to go!" Sarah yelled, pointing to a fleet of "Underwriter" drones descending from the ceiling. "The 'Elevator' is launching in three minutes! If we’re not on it, we’re 'Sanitized'!"

He would give her a piece of his mind for pulling that stunt on him. Eliot's eyes widened when he saw a portal opening and a huge body falling through it. It was a guy holding Silvia. His body was on full alert as he took action and yanked her out of that man's grip. "Get away from her!" Eliot seethed only for that guy to look up at him and recognition flashed in his brown eyes. Alpha Hunter! Silvia blinked rapidly. Her heart was drumming in her ears and it took her a couple of seconds to gather her bearings. She was in Elliot's arms. She tried to pull back but he didn't let her go.