Military Letter Codes Novels & Stories

That night, she told him about how she and her brother Jack would write in upside down and backwards numbers on calculators and pass it to each other as a joke. 38 was upside down and backwards code for BE, 335 was code for SEE, 648 was for BAG and 7748 was BALL. He argued that it was stupid, because a lot of letters didn't have numbers to represent like T, P, W and that 4 upside down didn't look like A, but she said didn't use words with T so it was sufficient. And against his better judgement, he learnt, for the sake of the game. Maxwell looked around in hurried movements for a pen and a paper to rewrite the numbers upright and forward.

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?

Chapter 65 The letter read very plainly and concisely. "We accept your request, but under conditions." My tone no doubt conveyed the annoyance and disappointment, a slap to my expectations as I hurled the letter away, letting the air toy with its lightweight frame. "That's all?" Oh, I'm glad I'm not the only one who's disappointed. "Yes," I snapped, though not at Marcellan. The letter was sealed with the flag of MoonBlade, a dreadful shade of scarlet and sandy brown, along with their signature iron-forged raven stamp. One would think there was much to expect, but it was complete trash. This was all I had been nervous for?

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."

Derrick says, that must mean we don't have carry over again. "And also a note." Derrick read it outline. "The code is 1975." He said.

He cleared his throat, "The reason why I have the letter is because your grandfather-" "Franco." "Sanders!" I smiled sheepishly, zipping an imaginary zipper on my mouth. "Anyways. You grandfathr, or you prefer calling as Franco, told Shay to give this to me because I'm going to teach you our system of writing." "Ugh!" I groaned. Ignoring me, he continued. "To read our codes, you must remember the golden rule." "And that is?" "Always bring your phone." Easy. I grabbed my samsung phone from my pocket.

You see… I said it," Killan cut in again but Fred ignored him. Both looked at each other expectantly and I sensed that Fred was waiting for killan to talk. After what seemed like an eternity, Killan took on a serious look and cleared his throat. "We will need copies of the letters… there are always hidden codes in such kinds of letters. When I see it, I might be able to decipher it…. Who knows…" he shrugged putting on his casual demeanor. Copies of the letters? How unthoughtful of me? I should have stuffed a few of them away earlier. "Copies of the letters? I will get them," I said with alacrity and rose to my feet. Without any more words, I walked out on them

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.