Novel & Cerita Military Letter Codes

She is a one tough person, reminds me of someone I once knew, Asher. I and Mercury were assigned to stand with the President during his few minutes speech. The Ashock Leyland driver and his company also went to were they were asked to position. Moses is a skilled driver and he was to be trusted. The eight of us had our code for communication, unit one to four, each unit with two Soldiers also in the code, rain and shine. * Rain. Shine. Units * Arms. Gal. 1 * Mercury. Helion. 2

"Hoo… what else does that Long Ear want?" After giving the letter, the guard immediately lowered his head and left the room. Leave the Prince alone. The man sat on the chair, staring at the dark purple envelope. The color was a military code indicating that the contents of the letter were very important. The envelope was not plain paper, but special paper that had been enchanted with Esze. If someone else wasn't supposed to open the letter, the envelope would burn itself and destroy all the information inside. Quite an effective trick to avoid information leakage.

Tink. A memory flickered in her mind - of a dusty garage years ago. She saw her father, Alexander, his hands covered in oil as he laughed, teaching her a secret code he used when he was in the military. It was their "special language." One long, two short. A pause. Three fast hits. Her pulse slowed. The tapping wasn't just noise. It was a sequence. S-T-A-Y. Alexander was gone, but the code was alive. Someone was using her father's language.

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.

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.

Ryker observed. He smiled broadly at me and it was making me feel a little uncomfortable. Maybe Felix was right about Ryker’s motivations for being here, and maybe I should send him away so he doesn't get the wrong idea about our relationship. But I didn’t want to have to do this alone. “I think I have an idea what the codes in your mom’s letter might mean.” Ryker said, pulling my attention back towards him. I nodded my head and waited for him to continue. “The letters correspond to the titles of the books and the numbers are pages.”

he added casually, looking at his fingernails, like he didn’t just drop a crazy important detail on us. “Well, then, tell us!” I demanded. “Take me with you,” he demanded back. I gritted my teeth and stared him down, but he just stared right back, unaffected by my demeanor. “He’s growling again,” Reid stage whispered, and Nolan snorted but tried to cover it with his hand. “Fine,” I hissed out between my teeth. “What’s the code?” He grinned in triumph. “It’s 59226.” “Why?” I asked with a furrowed brow.

I remind my brother, we had all kind of pets during our years, one more won't be too hard for me to handle. "What code is she?" he asks me. "She's code blue," I say with a big smile on my face, code blue are nice, a bit of fighter, scared at first but they then give up easily. Code green need to be breaken in, while code red need to understand who's in charge right away, the system works, we know it does but it's gonna take the humans some time to give in, couple of generation in and they won't have any troubles following the line of order.

And another round began as I fought them with all I had. -- ZURIN 'How's the situation?' I mindlinked my man, who worked as the communicator in this mission. His job was to update situation from other warriors stationed at some spots. They were there to give early news about their group's arrival or anything suspicios coming. And there were none even minutes after I got news that Matthew and others had been attacked. 'Green.' It was our code, meaning everything was fine and no suspicious movement. If it was still green, then did it mean they didn't come here?

“We set up a watch wing. Two men from each pack not leaders, real scouts, trained in counter-espionage. Lucas, you pick yours. Zack, pick yours. They operate under a shielded command channel and report only to the council cell.” Zack’s jaw clenched. “I don’t like shadow work.” “You won’t like the alternative,” I said. “If a fifth column eats us from inside, none of our soldiers will matter.” Lucas nodded. “I’ll choose quietly. We train them in silence.” “Communications,” I added, flipping the page to a new sheet. “We will use Horn Codes and messenger runners. Three-signal system: one horn blast for alert, two for mobilize, three for all-clear. Each sector will have a runner lodge. Any messag