Military Letter Codes Novels & Stories

And it is beneficial to them. “Ask him about the envelope at the rooftop of the Club Building” Hestia told Albert such a thing through Morse Code. .- ... -.- / .... .. -- / .- -... --- ..- - / - .... . / . -. ...- . .-.. --- .--. . / .- - / - .... . / .-. --- --- ..-. - --- .--. / --- ..-. / - .... . / -.-. .-.. ..- -... / -... ..- .. .-.. -.. .. -. --.

“She brought this?” “No, it passed from vampire to vampire. It’s quick, it’s anonymous, and by the time humans catch on, it’s too late.” “Happy?” I ask Glenn. My chancellor nods and relaxes visibly. I finally open the envelope and pull the letter out. It’s written in a language I don’t understand. “I can’t read this.” “It’s in Aramaic. Alhora and I use our own…code to communicate, just in case our letters fall in human hands.”

"Most of it's standard diplomatic correspondence. Reports back to Shadowcrest about the alliance talks. Nothing suspicious." "But?" Castor prompted. "But there's this." Marcus pulled out one paper. "It's using an older code. Military cipher from about twenty years ago. Most packs don't use it anymore." He slid the decoded message across the table. *Package confirmed. The empath is here. Awaiting extraction orders. D.* The room went dead silent. My hands shook as I picked up the paper. Read it again. The words didn't change. Package. That was me. I was the package.

“What does it say?” “I didn't read it. It's a handwritten letter with the red tag on it” As soon as he said that, my head snapped to his side. A handwritten letter with a red tag is the highest communication mode in the Jager Clan. It's sent from someone of a higher rank. It's an important letter that can't be ignored. The red tag is the blood of two people combined. What does father have to say that is so important? “Drop it and leave” I said. Kael dropped it on the centre table and left, closing the door behind him.

Evelyn finally walked toward the table and unfolded the letter carefully. “Then let’s see what he wanted so badly.” Uriel arrived moments later looking exhausted and deeply suspicious. “This better not be another dramatic love confession,” he muttered while shutting the chamber doors behind him. “It’s Mike,” I said flatly. “Everything he says sounds dramatic.” Evelyn almost smiled faintly at that before focusing back on the letter. The paper itself looked strange. Thin. Covered in coded markings and symbols between paragraphs. Uriel frowned immediately. “This is encrypted.”

She began to write on paper each corresponding letter of the alphabet in baconian cipher. BACONIAN CIPHER A = AAAAA B = AAAAB C = AAABA D = AAABB E = AABAA F = AABAB G = AABBA H = AABBB I & J = ABAAA K = ABAAB L = ABABA M = ABABB N = ABBAA O = ABBAB P = ABBBA Q = ABBBB R = BAAAA S = BAAAB T = BAABA U & V = BAABB W = BABAA

The kitchen drowned in silence after I heard the beeping of the voicemail as it stopped. The temperature felt like it dropped twenty degrees. "There are fifteen more," Lincoln said to me. "And that's a tame one," Bates said, lifting his eyebrows. I felt my heart beating violently against my rib cage as I sat down in a chair, feeling like my legs would give out any second. I gulped as I looked up at Lincoln. "He called you?" I asked. He shrugged. "Kind of. We use a switchboard for everyone in the pack. We have our own area code so whenever a call comes in for someone in that area code, an operator filters the call and records it. I set your phone up on this system whenever I connected you to

My head snapped up. “Holy shit.” My mom furrowed her brows, and Carly turned to me. “You said a bad word.” I winced. “Sorry baby.” I patted her head. “I’m just excited.” She looked at the jumbled letters. “Is this what we were looking for?” She scrunched up her little face and then looked back at me. “I don’t understand it.” I laughed. “It’s a code. I’ll teach it to you.” I pulled out a random paper and flipped it over. I wrote the alphabet in two lines, matching the letters on top of each other. A over N and M over Z. “Then you just swap the letters.”

I asked and Alaric's gaze narrowed too, like he understood what she meant. "It's an ancient language," Alaric said. "Codes ancient kings used in war to pass orders secretly. It's mentioned in our private royal lessons but no one knows exactly what it looks like." He turned to his mother. "But you do, Mum." It sounded more like a question than a statement. "I only recognize it. I don't know what it means," she said. My interest piqued, If she could recognize the letters maybe we were closer to knowing what it meant.