Santa Clara Remote Appearances Novels & Stories

Searchlights were cutting through the storm crisscrossing over the river. Clara told herself to move. She stumbled along the canal hiding beneath shipping containers. Her body was breaking down. Her mind was burning with focus. She reached the road and saw a black SUV parked under a streetlight. Clara slowed down pulling her hood over her face. She approached the vehicle from the rear watching the side mirror. Inside a driver sat quietly the dashboard light reflecting off his glasses. It was Vance, their contact from the network. Clara knocked on the window. The door unlocked. She slid into the backseat shutting the door behind her.

There was something about the way that she was walking that told Clara that she would break soon. “Right, we’ll let her get her coffee unscathed so she feels relaxed. Then we’ll start our broadcasts,” Arthur said. “She won’t feel safe anywhere when we’re done.” Clara followed Beckah’s progress on the map. She was certainly walking slowly. The red dot stayed still in the coffeeshop for five minutes and then started moving again. “I’m connecting to the television screens in the window display of the electronic store she will go past,” Arthur said. “She’s about to walk past in a few seconds. I’m going to broadcast now.”

he asked carefully. Matteo’s jaw tightened slightly. “For now.” Clara almost smiled at the reply. Almost. She picked up another document from the table and slid it toward Luca. “We’ll also need controlled sightings,” she explained professionally. “Not too many. If it becomes excessive, people will think it’s staged.” Luca nodded while reading through the notes. “Dinner appearances?” he asked. “Occasionally,” Clara replied. “One or two public outings. Nothing dramatic.” Matteo looked unimpressed already. But Clara ignored him deliberately.

"Turn over the envelope. Now." I don't move. I grip the ledger tighter. "Or what?" "Or I hit 'send' on a leak that will make the Utility Assessment look like a bedtime story." She taps the screen and turns it toward us. A live feed. High definition. A medical facility. A room filled with monitoring equipment. Claire's private wing. The $10 million Castellano trust facility. "I have remote access coordinates. One command, and your mother's ventilator fails. Backup systems disabled. Alarms suppressed. She'll be dead in four minutes."

Before Celea could reach the door she was hugged by Claus from behind " please just please don't go. I can't have you gone once again just please stay with me I can make it better I promise" Claus was beginning at this point " I see…. living as a normal person is not possible" said Celea before teleporting out of Clauses arms And she was gone

With that, she zoomed back to her desk. Clara immediately pulled out her phone and opened the chat with the solid black avatar. [Big bro! Code red!] [Lisa just ambushed me. She's totally fishing to see if you're going on the retreat!] [So? Is the stage set? She's 100% on the prowl for a 'coincidental' meet-cute! Don't blow this—I'm counting on you! (Hint hint.jpg)] --- Meanwhile, in the CEO's office. Alexander's private phone lit up on his desk. His eyes flicked over Clara's message.

I stood in the center of the empty apartment, morning cold slowly sinking into my skin. I should have felt relieved. The thirty-six-inch boundary had technically been restored. The threat of the ghost named Camilla had been neutralized by distance. I was safe again. But as I stared at the empty couch, all I felt was devastation. < > “Sector four cameras are still lagging on the east feed.” Dante Galante’s voice cut through the steady hum of the control room. He leaned over my shoulder, pointing a pen toward one of the glowing monitors stretched across the curved desk.

Clara hesitated for a moment before she looked directly into the webcam. "You're Carrie, I presume," she said to me. I nodded. "And your father is..." Clara trailed off as I nodded again, slowly. "When was the last time you saw him?" She asked me. "A month ago," I answered. "Bates mentioned that you noticed his eyes were blue in the dream you had. Do you remember them being blue when you saw him one month ago?" I shook my head. "No, the dream was the first time." She nodded thoughtfully.

“Ventura, California.” The flames held steady. “How old are you?” “Twenty-nine.” Again, no change. Andrea’s eyes narrowed, her tone sharpening like a blade being honed. “Did you break into my office two nights before the evidence was discovered?” Clara flinched. “Yes.” The fire did not react. “Why?” “I…” Clara hesitated. “I was scared. I didn’t feel safe.” Andrea’s voice was flint. “So you trespassed.”

This was not the way he wanted to spend his Friday. They flew the first flight from San Jose that morning to administer this installation. He did not want to be here. A hot date waited for him later that evening, and he was going to play hookey all day. But Clara needed him and Jeremy to go with her to San Diego because somebody double booked their technicians. And since he and his siblings are trained enough to do the camera and systems installations, they were always on call for backup whenever needed.