Identity Fraud Morse Code Novels & Stories

“She’s trying to tell us something.” Earl nodded. “I thought she was blinking too much. It’s a fear response so it would look natural to someone who didn’t know morse code.” He watched for a minute. “I’m rusty. Can you catch this?” Jarrett reached out and took the phone, replaying it. “M. A. R. I. A. N.” He looked up. “Marian? Is she telling us who has her?”

They met halfway between the cars. "Password? Code?" The driver bit off both words. Yeah, Marco figured everyone here wanted to put a bullet between his eyes. It was great making friends. "Can you remember this? Or should you write it down?" Marco asked. "Tell me." "N, zero, V, four, B, L four, C, K." n0v4bl4ck. Marco didn't have proof. Just a hunch. He heard Fiona's shark intake of breath. "The code?"

Dots were arranged in a specific pattern on the paper. She scanned it with her IAD and waited for the results to appear on the screen. Her face fell in disappointment when it displayed ‘This scroll is printed with an ancient morse code. The IAD doesn’t have the program to decipher it.’ “F***! Why does everything have to be so difficult?” She exclaimed, running her hand through her hair.

, followed by a series of numbers, translated from the Sinhalese alphabet Hermosa had given him. 395687, a six-digit number, most likely the code to Davis's underground vault. Still, Sam did not advise Hermosa to try it alone. Sam also said that Randolph's impromptu decision to change the plan this time should have been a sign of something from the renegade informant. At one point, when Randolph was talking to the police officer, their conversation was being monitoring by the police. The Randolph's informant's voice was shaking unnaturally. Randolph hung up the phone without saying a word.

The list was endless. But then one stood out vividly from the rest and for some reason what Jerome said to him earlier rang in his head. In this particular section, there were no pictures only code names and a list of scenarios with the same phone numbers printed in front of it throughout the page with different codes. One was written as, ‘Need backup, or in danger dial number and say this code....otherwise they are watchdogs’. A deep frown creased his forehead as his mind ran through possibilities. “Watchdogs, huh?” he muttered under his breath, and save the number in this phone, using the alphabetical code to store it.

I trust you with this mission for my darling. That was what the message read. I took out my hands that had gone white in an instant from squeezing my fists hard. They had been planning this whole thing for months or probably years but something wasn't adding up here. Who was this mysterious person. “And where you able to trace the number of the sender?” I asked. Kris nodded but didn't seem enthusiastic about it. “Yes I did Mr De Luan but the name registered doesn't exist. A certain code of some sort. CodeCB. It's weird to have that word registered.” “Hmm, it is weird and very well suspicious.” Mr Yang said.

asked Benny “should we use a Ziion military code – do you think the Ziion Master could de-code it. What if the other ship can de-code it too” “All we can do is try it” said Bunny “SOS, malfunctioning ship, requesting permission to dock to repair.” add to the code: warning =A , Incoming Ship = C, possibly hostile = T , eta 2hours =2. Ryder prepared the code by misspelling the words to include the Ziion Milltary code in it. It now looked like “SOS, malaunctioning ship, requecting permtission to dock 2 repair.”

She groaned, rubbing on her forehead, sometimes her brother was too slow to catch on. “Yes. The names I brought for you to check out”. “Ohhhh right!” Steve echoed. “Have you found out what they mean?” He asked, curious. Not yet, but soon. “How did you say I could decode it again?” She asked. The line went silent for a while. “Steve?” “I’m with you sis”, he said quickly. “The numbers are binary, and the letters, Morso code”. Rose nodded. “Binary and morso code”, she muttered under her breath.

He looked up instantly staring at me. "What's your name? I'd tell the teacher to add you in it" he said. "Camila Smith" I mumbled, he paused staring at me before smiling. "I guess Chloe didn't know about this" I heard him mumble but I ignored it. What brought Chloe into this? But if they're to add me into a group, shouldn't they ask for my digits? "No, a teacher does that, she gets your digit from your file" he spoke up punching somethings on his phone. Ohh, I guess I asked loudly.

I was looking at the way Marcus kept tapping his fountain pen against a napkin. Dot-dot-dash. Dash-dot-dot. Morse code. My father had taught it to me when I was a child, a secret language for when the world felt too loud. Marcus was signaling me. H-E-L-P. My heart hammered against my ribs so loudly I was sure the tracker on my ankle would send an alert to Julian’s phone. I had to get a message to Marcus. I had to let him know that the paintings weren't the only thing Julian was holding hostage.