Killcode Sams Novels & Stories

, Samson replied smirking at him. "I..I di.. I did not do anything. Why would I lie to you?", Christian replied. "Umm.. So you won't tell me like that. Then wait I have something for you.", Samson said and started searching for something in his mobile. "Here you go, Samson played a video in his mobile at Christian's face where he was seen changing the files and playing with the confidential data." #Tbc

Mary Jane was very familiar with kicking a person while they were down—she was relentless. Reality proved that she had made it. Three mornings later, she had pressed Sammy-Blue Inc. and rubbed it on the floor by using a hefty 10 billion dollars. The call Javier received was the best evidence. “Hello, Mr. Kersey? Oh, it’s me, Samuel Lambert from Sammy-Blue Inc. Sammy with the glasses. Have you forgotten?” His tone was polite and his attitude genial. The man was even calling himself Sammy while talking to Javier despite being in his thirties and older than him.

Now, days before our planned ambush, he’d unveiled potentially damaging information. Potentially deadly information, I thought, shoving the folded fabric to one side. But, then again, I supposed that he’d not changed anything, not really. Samyak had accelerated the process, for sure, and given the hunters the missing information they needed, but they would have found it for themselves eventually.

Well, the opposite effect was still considered an effect. Sam's eyes turned an unsettling red. Despite the confusion, Philip placed his hand on Sam's head. Sam responded with a chuckle, flashing a QR code for payment. Philip smiled. "This kid is quite interesting." Sam shot him an indifferent look. "You're the interesting one. How could you be so arrogant when you're about to die?" After Philip transferred the money, Sam's phone dinged. "Congratulations, Chaotic Kid. You've received 10 thousand dollars." 10 thousand dollars? Sam looked at Philip with a smile. Just as he was about to offer some blessings, Aria covered his mouth and mumbled, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill him?"

"The kid’s code was encrypted through a three-layer dead-man switch," Malakai Reed muttered, slamming a heavily modified satellite tablet onto the polished mahogany desk. "If his pulse stops, the server blocks wipe everything. We lose the Swiss accounts, the shipping manifests, the entire digital vault of the Ashford estate."

Amelia whispered. Samuel’s voice was heavy. “Protect you.” “Protect Richard.” “And never let the ledger fall into the wrong hands.” Amelia swallowed hard. “Did he say who shot him?” Samuel hesitated. “He tried.” “But before he could finish…” “He said only one word.” The room grew still. “What word?” Ethan asked. Samuel looked directly at Amelia. “‘Raven.’” ⸻ Marcus finished cleaning his hands. “I’ve decrypted part of the Genesis file.”

SAM faces his fear, and it is almost an hour since he is donating blood. “All done,” the volunteer said to him and carrying the Styrofoam basket with him up to the hospital. He goes to the laboratory to make test it for cross-matching. He pays his last cash, and he feels awful about it. Sam recalled that his diamonds could be converted to cash—he rushes to dial the CEO Cameron. “H-Hello Sir?” “Yes? I have a virtual meeting today—“

You would learn more than you intend to on this one," Cael said, taking his phone from the inner pocket of his suit and tapping away on it. "Whatever great opportunity you have, I do not want to hear it; just take it with you and leave." "Samsam technologies," Cael said, and Cade could feel the hairs on his body stand as the words left his mouth. He had been sure that securing the funding for the collaboration between them and Samsam tech would put him in a good spot with his grandfather, but unfortunately, Cael, who seemed to be doing nothing, got it without any trouble. "Are you offering me samsam?" Cade asked, lifting his back from the couch and clearing his throat.

Antonio stopped him and extended his hand. “If you don’t want to know why you killed a man, you still need proof to show it to the man who ordered his death.” Samson gave him a blank gaze, knowing deeply he was right. But the night was long enough for both of them. He took the thumb drive, passed his goodbyes, and came to this room, slammed the door behind his back, and threw the car keys over the table. He snuggled his hand into the Jacket pocket to keep the thumb drive secure and sensed something was there grazing against his finger pads.

Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *