Observer Mc Novels & Stories

"TWO WEEKS ?!" OCEAN_TEN

Scout gave us a minute to let this sink in before he ordered us to start working. Sunny starts to take a picture of the scene. Scout went to check for the cameras. And Bobby was slumped in the corner, hugging his bag, mumbling gibberish. I went to search for Minnie and identifying the victims. Turning the bodies so I can identify them. I can't even see which is eyes and which is mouth. Whoever did this, is a monster. I continued to search. No luck in the office, I searched in the factory. A few minutes of searching later, I heard another loud bang. A small one compared to the last, but nonetheless dangerous.

“...No…it would be up…on the sky…after we launch it..and it would stay there..perhaps indefinitely…Alright….Starting the Magical Observer No.2….all system green…inputting the system administration code…done….new protocol input..complete….Initiate launch off…Initiate Start..Now..” After enacting the start up protocol, via my Ring on the slot, the entire Magical observer started to glow in lights, like a neon LED shows. Once I got the reaction I want, i just walked away from the spot along with Sergeant Eostre beside me, we went about 50 meter away from the spot and just watched. Then as we observed it, together with a lot of Aeternum soldiers in the vicinity, finally the show started, with th

The test read positive. What in the world? * * * To Be Continued.

Eliana said, pointing to a frosted glass panel leading to a side room. Baraka looked. It was the 'Six' logo, but it was different from the sleek, modern design he had seen at the Hive. This one looked older, more industrial. Beneath the logo, faded black letters read: PROJECT ZENITH - MOUNT MERU OBSERVATION POST. "Observation post?" Baraka echoed, frowning. "Observing what? We're a mile underground."

My eyes widened when they met Marco's gaze already watching me in the mirror. Oh Shit!

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

Days later, [Rina P.O.V] The instruments in the observatory tower began reacting three days after the mission announcement. I found Aurel there, his spectacles pushed up his nose, his white hair catching the starlight that filtered through the dome's opening, his fingers tracing patterns across a crystal display that showed readings I did not recognize but could feel in my teeth.

The Cost of Being Seen POV: Aidan There is a difference between observing something— And being acknowledged by it. We cross that line the moment it looks back. The point in space does not expand. Does not distort. Does not change in any visible way. But the shift is undeniable. Before, it existed. Now— It is aware. And more importantly— It is aware of us. “Maintain focus,” I say. My voice is steady. Controlled. Because anything else would make this worse.

The other is… something I don’t have adequate terminology to classify. The structure was designed for celestial observation, which means an open dome and external visibility from specific angles. Declan didn’t plan on being observed because he operates on instinct, not strategic countermeasures. Basic tactical error. I position myself where I can see inside through the dome opening. I watch as she puts her eye to the telescope eyepiece. Her posture relaxes in a sequence I recognize — first trapezius, then deltoids, then her entire spine yielding slightly. When Declan removes the black silk strip and holds it in front of her, my jaw clenches involuntarily.