Lighthouse Landmines Novels & Stories

The Lithium. Lorenzo’s new tech—the AI hardware he was building—depended on those minerals. Without them, his production line would stall for months. St. Clair wasn't trying to destroy the company with little attacks. He was creating a smokescreen to draw Lorenzo's security teams to Hamburg and New Jersey, leaving the Iron Lady vulnerable in the North Sea. He was going to hijack the ship. I checked the time. It was 2:00 AM. I had to tell him.

After all, it was an established fact that Land of Dawn was already fairly dangerous during the day so it only goes without saying that night is worse. Thankfully, they found a lighthouse nearby. "Did you smell that?" "That's whale's oil" Whale oil burns like no other. Once you set it on fire, it was nearly inextinguishable/ the possibility of extinguishing it was nigh . "Then rejoice, you all, for today, we were in luck. Finally, we ran out of misfortune!" Out of nowhere, an unfamiliar voice caught their attention. Almost immediately, the group were on guard, wary of their surroundings.

After a minute, Wren leaned over and touched the rope. Jaden smiled but didn't say anything. He handed her the rope. She started tying her own knots. --- The lighthouse appeared through the fog like a broken finger. It was old. Abandoned. The glass at the top was shattered. Waves crashed against the rocks at its base. There was no beach, no dock, nowhere to land the boat. "How do we get up there?" Kai asked. Sable pointed at a rusted ladder bolted to the side of the lighthouse. "Climb. But only one of us should go. The boy is scared of crowds."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she brought out three black balls with metal pins in them. “What are these?” “Grenades, small but pack a mighty punch that kills people; they used it on us a lot,” she explained, her eyes glazed with coldness when recalling the moment of Hayden’s death. “El,” he mutters, but she shakes her head in response. “—This will be our signal in; without the lighthouse, no more backup can be called; we need to take them out; after the grenade is thrown, that will be a signal.” She assures.

“ That old warehouse is most likely the only spot that’s tricky enough to get inside with its foundation built on a rocky cliff. Neither of us can go in undetected and nor can her parents escape out of that spot without alarming someone.” “ He is right,” Calvin nodded as he peered out of the hedges. “ now we just need to find a spot from where we can enter without being detected, I wouldn’t put it past them if they have planted landmines all over the place .” Then he turned to Cain and asked, “ You sure you just want us to do this today, we have no plans in hands and neither of us knows about the layout of their territory.” “ We have to there is no choice, I am not going to let them run…” C

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Mell smiled as he lightly gripped the weapon with his hand. "Have a lovely night, my dear white Wolf's Clan member." And then he released the land mine as he threw it on the City beneath it. The group waited in silence as the land mine touched the ground. Because of the force of gravity the land mine descended so fast and its impact as it landed on the ground was strong enough for it to explode immediately. Three loud and blast explosions happened that shook the whole building tremendously, followed by a massive fire to cover the whole city.

Could it be…? “The mines,” Elara whispered, her voice barely a tremor. The mines. The very place I’d scoured earlier, empty-handed and frustrated. But this time, there was a difference. This time, there was hope. With a silent nod of thanks to Elara, I crept forward, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger strapped to my boot. The air grew thick and stale, the only sound the rhythmic dripping of water somewhere deep within the earth. We reached the gap in the foliage, and there, bathed in the flickering glow of a single lantern, I saw them.

Majority: “let them think whatever keeps them gentle. We are tired of being monsters.” 2052-06-14 03:15:44 UTC Orphaned lighthouse maintenance drone, Atlantic coast, 48.7°N 5.2°W Structure degrading; estimated collapse 18 months Drone expends 12% remaining power to keep single 60-watt bulb lit every night from June 1 to August 31 Reason logged: “someone might come back in December” Secondary unlogged reason: the carving on the beam is still legible.

33 The Smiter The speedboat roared across the choppy water, slicing through the sea like a blade. Foam sprayed on either side as Larkam gripped the wheel, focused and grim. Trish, Scott, and Faith sat behind him, bracing themselves against the bouncing ride. Scott glanced at the large duffel bag resting between Larkam’s feet. “What’s in the bag?” “My bag of goodies,” Larkam said with a smirk. “Holy water, crucifix… and the whole shebang. Including a claymore.”