Identity Fraud Morse Code Novels & Stories

Can this man not be a little less frightening? ‘For the sweat of the cause.’ I answered. ‘I have gotten into the enemy camp. Soon I will bring you victory.’ I waited to hear something commendation or appreciation, but silence. Since my kidnap and rehabilitation at the camp, the master kept his distance from me. I was only to call him to make reports or ask for help. And to protect our identity we had to use a password, ‘from the blood of the pure, for the seat of the cause’, before we spoke. It was only invented right before I left camp. The code is for both of us only, so that no one can impersonate either of us. The master wanted him to be the only one to receive news firsthand.

The Voice said. “Okay, boss.” “I hope you were able to hide your face?” the voice asked. “Yes, I did; I was wearing the mask right from my car,” Benito said. “Go into hiding; I will let you know when I need you.” “OK, boss.” Blank POV The square communication system was put to use again, the men who use it were again present for their meeting. “Communications check began,” the computer synthesis monotone voice indicated. “Kano.”

Footsteps. "Here," Morrison said. "Primary authentication station." A pause. Silence except for equipment hum through the feed. "Fingerprint first." A soft beep. "Confirmed." "Retinal scan." Another beep. Longer. "Confirmed." "Voice authentication. State full name and authorization code." Morrison's voice. Steady. "James William Morrison. Authorization code: Covenant Zero. Final sequence." A longer tone. Then: "Identity confirmed. Welcome, Architect." The word landed like a stone. Even now. Even here.

I could almost catch my breath when I heard his voice. "Sure the code is !4#{35*/. Did you get it?” "Yeah, I got it! I wrote it in my paper, I will repeat it and let me know if what I heard is correct. !4#{35*/, is that correct?” My eyes were focused on the paper until I also answered. "Yes, that's right! Do you know what that means?” "This is basic code. Detective code. You need to be careful, Cinyla. I think the person who wrote this is the father of your boss. Is he still alive?”

She is a one tough person, reminds me of someone I once knew, Asher. I and Mercury were assigned to stand with the President during his few minutes speech. The Ashock Leyland driver and his company also went to were they were asked to position. Moses is a skilled driver and he was to be trusted. The eight of us had our code for communication, unit one to four, each unit with two Soldiers also in the code, rain and shine. * Rain. Shine. Units * Arms. Gal. 1 * Mercury. Helion. 2

Walt and Adam went over there, perhaps to look for a code scribbled on one of the pages or to see what sort of information the Mothers had gathered from these prisoners. Mist studied the keypad, likely looking for fingerprints or smudges to tell her what buttons to push. “It’s 07142035,” Lightning said. “We’ve been watching them push the code in for months. We just can’t reach the pad.” Mist pushed those buttons in, and sure enough, the door swung open about a foot. It was wide enough for the women to come through even without it having to be pushed wider, they were so thin.

"It’s a legacy routing tag, I am sure this is not for a bank, more like for a hardware, right?" Jun typed furiously, accessing the old banking archives he had mirrored from the main server. "It’s used for satellite phones," Jun realized. "Older models, you know those kind that use low-orbit constellations. Uncrackable unless you have the handshake key." "So the Madam uses a sat phone," Felix said, peering at the screen. "That makes sense. They are untraceable, lot of underground people love themselves a sat phones." "No," Jun shook his head, his eyes widening as the pieces clicked together. "Look at the service provider billing code. M-SAT-99."

Short-Short-Short. It was the universal code for help: SOS. But Adrian didn't stop there. He needed someone who was actually watching: "The Disconnect." They were a group of hackers and students who lived in the cracks of the system and spent their lives looking for "ghosts" in the machines. Adrian sent a specific string of numbers into the weather data; it was a coordinate and a link to a hidden "dead man's switch" he had uploaded weeks ago. "What are you doing, Mr. Vance?"

He drifted off into his mind and when he opened his eyes, everywhere was dark “Justin, if you can hear me, it’s Grace. I can’t send you in without communicating with you. I need you to focus on my voice. You have to find Damian. You know him better than anyone else. Where would he be? Think hard because he is running out of time, and so are you” he heard *****

I hear the sickening sound of burning flesh again as I lock in his restraints, but no sound of pain came from him, but his face was screwed up in pain. Three anchor chains held his torso to the wall and two thick ones held his arm in place. There was also a muzzle that he insisted I put on him. “Thank you,” he breathes out and I watch as his eyes go from blue to silver. “Go! Please, I can smell your heat! The code to my place is 588321, and yours is 665745!” He cries, pulling the chains from the wall, and I make a beeline for the door, sliding the locks in place.