Scary Google Earth Coordinates の小説・ストーリー

On the back of the photo, someone had scribbled down coordinates in faded ink. “This might lead us somewhere important,” I said, showing it to Sandra. She quickly grabbed her phone and typed in the coordinates. “That’s about sixty miles north, in the mountains. It's a private land without an official address, but the map indicates it’s quite secluded.” Secluded. A perfect spot to hide someone who had been kidnapped. Or perhaps a safe haven from federal investigations, depending on how you looked at it. “We need to go there,” I said, already heading for the exit.

"We're dead! We're all dead!" "No, please—!" [Nooo, not like this! I was just starting to like Selene.] [Hehe, finally. That annoying Selene's getting what she deserves.] ... "Coordinates ready?" I asked, calm as ever, while the guy next to me panicked over his laptop. "All set! Target's 31°53′ North, 121°29′ East!" "Perfect." I raised my hand—ripped the sky open. The missile dropped in. The tear sealed behind it, clean as glass.

​But then, the floor begins to vibrate. ​A low, deep hum starts under our feet. ​Liam looks at the fireplace. The melted tablet is glowing. Not with fire. With a bright, pulsing blue light. ​"Isabella," Liam says. ​I look at the light. I see a holographic projection rising from the embers. ​It is a map. A different map. ​It isn't showing NYC. It is showing a series of coordinates in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. ​A voice comes from the projection. It is Eleanor’s voice.

Maps are spread across the largest table before I even arrive. Connor dismisses everyone except the senior officers. “I want every location within five hundred miles of that gas station.” The room explodes into motion. Maps, satellite images, old trade routes, abandoned towns, warehouses, cabins, factories. Every possible location begins covering the table. I place Naya’s note in the center. Three dots, triangle. Someone suggests coordinates. Wrong. Another suggests constellations. Wrong. A third believes it’s a military marking. Wrong. Hours pass. One theory after another dies.

"Which is why I have you" Shailyn chuckled, putting her hands behind her head. She didn't need any packing anyway, Skylar would store everything. "I don't know where Shadow land is" she slowly sat upright and fold her legs together. Her eyes glazed a bright orange and a map appeared on the bed before her. She happily picked it up, instantly going through the patterns. "Shadow land is located in the depths of Galveston"

I held his eyes for a moment and shrugged again. “Am I supposed to panic? Knock yourself out. Not like you don’t know the story already, right? So? The coordinates?” He chuckled under his breath and made me turn to the table and pointed at the plot land map. “The iron thing checks. Now we gotta go check the other five.” His words felt like a slap in the back of my head. “Wait! Six coordinates, six stars, six ghosts. Too much of a—” “Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?”

"What the hell? She’s bypasssing the mental link entirely. She’s... she’s etching the future into the literal foundation of the house." "Translate it. Now," Victor growled. Zack’s fingers flew across the screen, his face turning a sickly shade of grey. "It’s not a poem, Vic. It’s a roster. These are coordinates. Deep-crust coordinates. Under the Atlantic, under the Urals, under... us." "The Aegis bunkers?" Elodie stepped closer, her breath hitching.

When she looked closely she saw some numbers on the pen. The numbers were like a map. They said 40.7128° N 74.0060° W. "New York " she said quietly.. They were not in New York. They were in the hills from any big city. Elara felt dizzy. She looked back at the facility and it looked like a building with lights but then it seemed to change. For a moment it looked like a city with steel and lights. She closed her eyes. Then opened them again. The building was back to normal.

We collapsed together onto the cold floor, the entire Mirror Chamber pulsing with a heavy, warning amber light. "Look at them," I whispered in his ear, my eyes locking onto the three decaying husks suspended in the fluid. "They aren't gods, Luciano. They aren't all-knowing. They're just batteries. They're using our grief and our trauma to power their server grid." I looked down at the photograph of my mother, still clutched tightly in my left hand. Then I looked at the exact coordinates written on the back. 39.7812 NORTH, 74.3491 WEST.

I even looked at the ceiling, but he had either become invincible, or he was a figment of my imagination. Something fluttered to the ground. A piece of paper. At first I thought it fell from the body of two people who were peering intently at colourful scarves beside me, but they weren't holding anything in their hands, not even bags. Curious, I looked down at the paper in my hand. 27.79987 S, 82.63402 27°47'59.5314" N 82°38'2.472" W Figure out the address of the coordinates, it will clear all your doubts.