Scp 000 Novels & Stories

Blood stained her fingers. Slowly. Methodically. She ran them through his sweat-drenched hair. Not gentle. Never gentle. Yet for the first time in years, Alexander looked safe. Then the wrist terminal flashed. Red. Once. Twice. Again. 【WELCOME HOME, SUBJECT ZERO】 Crimson code flooded the screen. This time it wasn't data. It was a signal. A live transmission forced its way through kilometers of abyssal fiber-optic cables. Far below the ocean floor. Far below the reach of sunlight.

“We’ll take both.” ASIO HQ — Night Gale Thorne stood over a light table littered with photos—crates, the jammer, the shattered oval. A courier set Pauly’s hard case down. She opened it, saw the SCADA keys, and closed her eyes for one long, dangerous second. Her phone buzzed. Restricted ID. She answered. “Thorne.” A low voice: amused, weathered, certain. “Tell McCormack he’s behind schedule.” “Who is this?”

“I just recieved intelligence from the CIA that Mustafa, the head of the terrorist network we have been tracking for some months now is meeting with an arms dealer tomorrow morning at the outskirts of Baga town. I am sending you two because of your records as the best snipers in this unit. You are to set up communication with me once you get to the rendezvous point. One of the locals will show you the way through the mountains, which is the only way to get through the enemy territory undetected. A lot is at stake with this mission, and I am counting on you both to execute it perfectly. You may now take your leave.” “Sir.” They both saluted before leaving the Colonel’s tent. ! !

“The secrets of the Scorpion project aren’t kept only here in this church. There is a facility in Zurich… a facility managed by your other mother.” Mavric couldn’t have cared less. He looked at Lucas with pure disgust and loathing. “Take him away. I want him to rot in the darkest, most isolated cell in all of England for the rest of his miserable life.” Liora reached out and weakly squeezed Mavric’s hand. “Mavric… that facility in Zurich… that’s what Sebastian was talking about earlier. That is the place where ‘Subject Zero’ was originally created. We have to destroy it before anyone else discovers its location and purpose.”

Priya hesitated, then pulled up another file. A single name appeared. Ayesha’s breath hitched. "Project 02." Silence. Leena frowned. “If you’re Subject 01… then that means—” Zayn’s voice was grave. “There’s another one.” Ayesha’s chest tightened. Another. Like her. The Descent Into Shadows The convoy of off-road vehicles sped through the desert, the golden sands stretching endlessly in every direction. By the time night fell, they had reached the coordinates.

"...subject #C555 has been tested to terminate rogue Senator Shayla Connors. Subject has passed and is confirmed for leveling up." It's the last thing I read, before my scout is discovered, and then deleted from existence. I'm not worried about the scout being found and erased; it's purpose is to gain information without being detected. If found, it ejects random I.P addresses in five different areas of the world. So I know I'm safe. I also know that Celia is in a lot more danger than I think I was. If she's been leveled up, it means the chemical baths are the next thing for her.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

And whispered: > “Let’s see who survives being forgotten.” LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – TECH ROOM TIME: 7:06 a.m. The screen went black. Then white. Then text poured in across the command line. > TARGET: ALL CODE: 000-VAIRO-PHANTOM PHASE 3 INITIATED DELETING… Solene Vairo Morrow Vairo STATUS: UNSTABLE Solene sat still, eyes locked on the terminal. Lucien stood behind her. Not breathing. Then the first alert hit: > Access denied

Moss sat back on the reclining chair and tap his cigarette on the saucer near a vase full of yellow marigolds. "So, you're saying we could only attack at night?" Rat asked, he stood on the back of the black couch while Blanche studied what was inside the microchip on the laptop she had. They're on the abandoned building where Moss can feel a chill down his spine every time, so he planned to follow them wherever they'd go so that ghost can't have him. By now, Blanche must've found and understood what the microchip contained: The blueprint of Hent's mind.

When the doors opened, it felt like opening the mouth of something dead. The lab swallowed them whole. Cold metal corridors. Empty rooms. The hum of generators still barely alive, like the place had been waiting. Cassian moved fast. Dahlia followed, eyes hard. Anais gripped Maris’s hand tightly. They reached a control room. Dust covered the desk, but the monitors flickered when Cassian powered them on. Old feeds. Files. And then—on the center screen—a name blinked alive. SUBJECT 0-A Anais stared.