Morse Code Numbers Novels & Stories

Some with strong chemical smells, probably disinfectants, others with that of a lot of unwashed bodies crammed together for long. I made short order of my part of the grid, and sent our faint click signal notifying the team I was done. It was quieter than speaking in our earpieces, so if one was sneaking close to someone else, then they wouldn’t hear it. Even if they were werewolves with their supernatural hearing. We had our own codes, not unlike the Morse code. I received the code of Anders wanting to talk to me, so I retreated to somewhere I was sure no one would hear me or sneak up on me, and opened communication.

“One more and you’re cleared.” “My third answer is the atomic number of Molybdenum.” “Can you tell me the number?” “Forty-two.” “Oh, yes. Right away, Wells Fargo.” Freedom replaced the receiver then excused himself from the group. Freedom walked out of the restaurant and got into a Xerox Copier shop nearby. He dialed the number 2349798 the resulting sum total after adding a series of secret numbers to each one. Tommy let it ring four times before he picked it up. He cleared his throat.

" At that moment, a red dot appeared on Jean's watch and it blinked a few times. It was a Morse code message from Frederick. Jean's face lit up with excitement as she decoded it. "Wait for me, I will be there soon!" Upon seeing the message, Jean exclaimed, "Oh my god, this is amazing! Frederick actually understands Morse code. That's exactly why I want him to be my man!" Jean quickly tapped on her watch and used Morse code to reply to Frederick. "Wow, Frederick, you're amazing! I love you, muah! Hurry up and save me, I've been kidnapped!"

“Usually the numbers mean something.” “Like what?” Nicco asked. I didn’t respond so he jiggled my arm. “Come on, Hope. This is important. Focus.” I pried my eyes open and held back a gigantic yawn. “Well, the numbers usually stand for letters. Either like on an old fashioned telephone or as a replacement.” “Telephone?” Nicco was confused. “One is either A, B or C. You know, like that. Or the one could stand for an I or an L.”

It was a pattern. "It’s Morse code," Julian said, his eyes wide as he tracked the movement of the pendulums. Without his Vane network connection, he was relying entirely on his raw analytical brain. He watched the iron hammer strike. "Short, long, short... Elara, it’s broadcasting a loop. It’s been transmitting the exact same sequence through the ground wires since 1944." "What is it saying?" I asked, my journalism instincts taking over as I opened my physical notebook, ready to copy the rhythm.

After about five minutes, Uche's iPhone rang. He picked it up and clearly written on the screen was : " private number, input encryption code " There was no phone number or anything! What level of manipulation is this? He wondered. He read it out to Maggie. " Enter the code as I call it..." and uche started typing " Alpha Tango 4 5 5 Charlie Delta." “ Hiiii…. Ucheee!!” Uche heard a voice call his name from over the phone, he can’t be mistaken, it was Chinny’s.

With furrowed eyebrows, I answered the phone call and brought the phone up to my ear. "Hello?" I called at the mysterious phone number.

“Don’t worry. This is easier than it sounds. You’ll have prearranged times when you can turn the radio on and listen for Elijah. He’ll also have a radio on his end, with the same codebook. We’ll be reading out what sounds like random numbers or phrases, but each one is specific and pre-agreed upon.” Luc pointed to the notepad, scribbling down a series of numbers as an example. “For instance, if you hear ‘two-eight-zero’ followed by ‘blue moon,’ that could mean, ‘We’re safe but staying put.’ Or if we say ‘one-one-one’ followed by ‘nightfall,’ that might mean ‘Relocate immediately.’ You and Elijah will have matching codes for clarity, and messages will be short, transmitted only once to minimi

Charlie speculated this must be some sort of code that they had already agreed on between themselves. This way, only themselves would understand what these different numbers meant so that they could achieve basic communication encryption. So, even if anyone else were to get their hands on Aota’s cell phone, the other party would have no idea what they were talking about anyway. However, Charlie had a feeling that the real meaning behind the 07 sent by Masatetsu was to ask Aota about the situation of tailing him.

Standardized sequences of two different signal durations, called dots and dashes used frequently to convey information in a cryptic manner. "This is…" Nakiya uttered. "Yeah!" Colt replied. "A cryptic mayday!" Creed mumbled inside his head, 'It's Morse code!'