Military Letter Codes Novels & Stories

"I'd like to know, how did you get this paper from the fiend race camp?" Immediately, everyone at the Imperial Sky Palace exclaimed. The officials were in shock. "There is a code!" "I wouldn't have noticed if I didn't take a close look." "Looks like there's a hidden story behind this letter?" The discussion went on and the Nine Heaven Emperor scowled. 'General Grunt's letter was written on a paper taken from the fiend race camp?' Meanwhile, General Grunt froze and his mind turned blank. 'How did that happen? The letter Darryl sent was coded? Why didn't I notice? Or… Did Master Magaera make that up?'

It began, sending flutters to her most intimate region as she remembered how his deep lilting baritone had groaned her name when they had. She bit her lip to bite back a groan as she read through the rest of his letter. He had written in a special code only both of them knew just in case the letter got intercepted. God only knows how mad either of their siblings would be to find out they were in a relationship. Rome could be understanding but she didn't think he'd like to know she had had intimate relations with the leader of the Blackfoots. One could only imagine how that conversation would go.

On the border of South Britain between French Arctica, inside a telegraph office, a team of decoders deciphered a message that was sent yesterday from General d’ Armee Chevrolet. They wrote the message on paper and sent it to a military postal office inside a brown envelope and a stamp that signalled its importance and urgency. Immediately they dispatched the letter, sending it to the capital, New London. A few hours later, General Matilda received a knock on the door as she was writing something.

Their code color was purple. The Rolex. Their ability range was highly classified though it was known within Hero league that the government ran secret experiments on them and how they possessed abilities beyond the normal but no one talked about them much. Their code color was red. And lastly the M.D corps. They were specialized to treat any kind of injury, internal or external on the body. Their code color was yellow. Andrew sighed again. He put on his uniform and stared at the mirror. It was suited to his taste. He had designed it. The hero league permitted only that the two basic colors; black and the color code of the category you belonged to, must appear.

“Alright. Flaxen.” “Also seems like something Randall would say to make himself sound smart. Flaxen. LF, MF, DF. Light flaxen. Medium flaxen. Dark flaxen.” He points to letters on the photos. “Short, Medium, Long. S. M. L. Straight, Wavy, Curly. S. W. C.” I nod along as he deciphers the code. He pauses and looks at the key he created on a separate sheet of paper.

He quickly took it after pressing the button, thinking it was Wolf who would report that they were coming back. “225.” Wolf’s words were just these numbers before the line went dead. In this short call, he sharply heard the chaos in the background. Dread immediately filled him as he looked at his boss through the reflection of the elevator. 225 was a special code in their group. It meant ambush and it was not a good ambush. Wolf called just to tell this code, meaning, they were not in a good position. No matter how good Wolf was, without proper ammunition and against a big number of people—this ambush was bound to be life-threatening.

I stated, wiping my hand across my face. "Roger that." He noted. "If I spot any danger, I will alert you guys using code red, orange, and green depending on how far you are." We could hear the excitement in his voice as he said that. He had already planned the codes and the distance associated with each code while we were still in Lindin. Green meant there was an enemy in the area that hadn't spotted us, so we could either wait for them to leave or sneak away. Orange meant there was an enemy that hadn't spotted us, but was heading our way so we would have to find a way to avoid them.

His eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing rapid as he curled in on himself. “Damn it.” A tiny blue light flashed across the communicator. I froze. Then another blink. Signal. I yanked up my wrist and tapped it. Static burst through the speaker. “Can... hear...?” “Yes!” I nearly shouted. “Yes, I can hear you!” The interference crackled for another second before a composed female voice came through. “Molly here, how can I help you?” Relief crashed over me. “This is Crown Prince Theodore Eamon of Avindel. Authorization code AE-1174. Connect me to the military command immediately.”

He opened the letter and furrowed his eyebrow more as he read through it. “What’s that?” Maria asked him and he handed the letter over to her. “What’s this?” she asked and he shook his head. “Morse code. I have no idea how to decode that.” “Why would anyone send a letter in a code to you? Must be some kind of important or top secret issue,” “The only thing I think I understand here is this,” he pointed and a line in the letter that says; ... --- .--/.- .-. ./ -.-- --- ..- .-.-.-

Liam replied confidently. "OK! Now let's try and crack the code. Liam, you go down first. Pause your recording." Alex ordered. "Okay." Now Alex and Liam arranged the codes on the table with the help of a bright flashlight. They noticed that there was a pattern behind the codes. They arranged the letters corresponding to the numbers in alphabetical order: Code 1: "M-N-Y-R-E" Code 2: "I-C-U-R-T" Code 3: "B-U-I-L-D"