Military Letter Codes Novels & Stories

“As I’ve thought… Got it.” Czaquira ready her pen and paper while Blair was dictating the code they needed to decipher. The letter’s too tiny for them and Blair has 20/20 vision. She could easily read the characters unlike the others inside that special room. “R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21

He jogged toward me, nerves written all over his dumb pretty-boy face. “I’m sorry Alpha it came from Silver Elites, the Alpha friends came over looking distressed and I had to address it to you for intervention.” he said quickly, his palms slightly up, like I was a rabid dog about to rip his throat out. “A distress signal was sent and we had to use the Code Four. Immediate assistance.” I scanned the area and the training grounds looked untouched. Pups playing fetch this late night and the warriors stretching until one wolf yawned. “A Code Four?” I echoed, glaring. “That’s a full-scale war alert idiot, You dragged me out here for nothing?”

I say in frustration. “I can do that. Now assuming I will be able to find a vantage point, we’ll need a signal. We won’t be able to communicate, and I don’t want to give away my position if I don’t have to,” he says, sliding his arm around my waist as I think, glancing at my nails. “Will a subtle hand signal suffice? If I tap my index finger that means a warning shot. Fist means a kill shot.” He thinks it over, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I can work with that.”

Another labeled Response Variance. My fingers tighten around the page. I don’t need to understand every word to feel the weight of it. This wasn’t Livia’s. This was something she wasn’t supposed to keep. At the bottom of the page, faint but unmistakable, is a code I recognize instantly. H–47.

Being a tactical keeper was such a good investment. Alpha Derrick nodded, satisfied with my answer, but then his expression changed. This time, it looked heavier and cautious. "The second matter is... less simple." He fished out of his breast pocket and pulled out a sealed letter. When he bestowed it on me, my breath caught in my throat upon seeing the stamped with the crimson insignia of the royal military. "This arrived by messenger hawk this morning. It's addressed to you." Staring at it, my heart was pounding so fast. I was in the middle of my vacation leave, and the fact that I was receiving a letter from the royal military, could this mean that something had happened?

Carefully opened it. The burned corner crumbled slightly under my fingers. I smoothed the page against my knee. Manifest. Standard Hunter distribution form. Hunter issued rations. Weapons. Three types. Quantity counts listed beside each. Medical supplies. Shipment delivered to a rogue encampment inside pack territory. Delivery date within the last thirty days. Council routing codes filled the header. I knew the format. I had filled out forms exactly like this. Authorization division listed in the upper right. Idris’s operational branch.

Liam questions while waving a hand over the letter. "When Lily and I were nine, we made up a code. This code is just a series of numbers and they correlate to letters in the alphabet." Cara explains. "So that's what these numbers are?" Liam doesn't even look up. Cara can see him piecing it together and doesn't say anything. "Help me." He looks up from the letter. "It says help me." "Yeah it does and I have no idea what to do." Cara says, shaking her head. Liam contemplates his next words, "Huh, looks like my next case found me."

and E added to her assigned number so that when she arrived my people would know that she’s a submissive, a virgin and at least out of high school. Satisfied by my choice I move to think about the other letters that we often use when sorting out slaves. Letters such as B for when we stumble upon Brats. D’s are given if you're a rebel or a fighter and Dominants are given an automatic X. V is for virgin in which, like that girl, she'll receive the letter V and N if you're no longer a virgin.

The routing code read SINGAPORE_PORT_AUTHORITY. ​Julian scrolled through the text, his jaw clenching tight as his storm-gray eyes scanned the lines of data. ​CLASSIFICATION: EYES ONLY // CHAIRWOMAN_VANCE-HARRINGTON ORIGIN: DIRECTOR V. CHEN (EAST ASIAN MARITIME ALLIANCE) SUBJECT: UNCOMMISSIONED FLEET MOVEMENTS

Daring a glance, there was still four warriors in this room. As I was typing out another algorithm, I was finally able to get the U.S.A military to respond. He had placed it in the codes so unless you knew what you were looking at, you wouldn’t see it. -see your plea, follow instructions- Relief and happiness filled me. I was starting to get worried they didn’t see it or I didn’t do it right. Clicking the link that popped up, it lead me to another screen that looked exactly like the same one. However, this one had some data that I knew was false.