Numbuh 274 Novels & Stories

Chief Ben muttered and stood up to leave, but then he looked outside of the window, and sighted the number 24 glaring back at them. "What is the number in that tab again?" He asked as he was still looking outside. "24." Nelly looked up at him and replied. "You guys should see this." He pointed as they stood up to look at what he is showing them. It was the Number 24, glaring back at them, "Has that shit always been there?" Austin asked looking at the 24. The hackers team called Ottiline almost immediately, "Did you find anything?" She asked after connecting the car.

42028395830509674 – 0203484-8293809823 0950947592 83475289 475 2398475938475293847529348752394857 . . . Murder #3: Unanticipated addition. The janitor saw me fleeing the scene with gasoline bottles. Strangulation via vacuum cleaner chord (janitor) = death. One less number to count. By this stage, I was never going to stop. I was bent on destruction, thirsty to extinguish all the numbers in my hazy, warped world. I was like a hungry predator searching for my prey.

I called him again and the number is already not available. Damn it!

I'm numb ****

I say as he glances at me trying to view the insides of the car, "Mr lamito had called in advance you must be really close to his daughter for him to call in advance" I do. It talk just a smug smile on my face as he orders for the other to open the gates, "Can I get a number?" I ask realizing I know no where around this estate, "27" gone past him, "Number 27 sir" "27? I had driven that young lady over to block 27 then indeed your friend must be the same girl I picked up last night"

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

Unfortunately, its back cover was completely ruined. Ring, ring, ring. The rapid rings of the phone were heard. It was clear that the private customer service could not get through, but they did not give up. Yvonne handed the phone to Harvey in a respectful manner. Harvey didn’t spare a glance at it, and instead tossed the phone to the chief manager. The chief manager instinctively caught the phone and looked at it. The next moment, he felt his legs turn wobbly. A string of number sevens could be seen. The chief manager immediately recognized this number when he saw the area code in front of the numbers as well. This was the private customer service line for the Commercial Bank of Niumhi.

One night, after Hope was asleep, I picked it up and turned it over in my hands. "There's something else here," I said. "Something I didn't notice before." Aiden looked up from his book. "What?" I held the key closer to the light. On the very edge, almost invisible, was a number. 247. "That's not a room number," Aiden said. "It's too small." "Maybe it's a lockbox number. Or a safe deposit box." "At what bank? In what city?" I shook my head. "I don't know. But I'm going to find out."

My fingers slowly flip over the report, moving forward to the next pages. ~ Ms. Ayle Angelo – Mrs. Beth Anderson References: Secret code numbers 9870 – It’s been a while, Love 6124 – You are so annoying 0383 – You are the reason why I have this freaking depression of mine! 2789 – I’m tired of life 7492 – I wish I could have a better life 6339 – Is it still worth it to live? 4202 – Let’s end this