Scp 034 Novels & Stories

“Yes. H-04 is here.” Hunt 04 is my membership code. “That’s good. H-06, start your mission first.” “All right.” Claire got out of the car while carrying a mini-sized flash drive that she hid in the back pocket of her jeans. She walked towards the quiet parking lot and approached the side of the club. “The system control room on the third floor. Can you reach it?” “Yes, Captain. No problem.” Claire fired a gun toward the third floor. Not a bullet, but a small anchor with a long rope out of it. The anchor was firmly hooked up to the iron balcony on the third floor of the building. The girl pulls the trigger again, and she automatically climbs up.

Caroline was right as well, Zhairo wouldn't like it if something bad happened to Zhanaia and he would surely kill me. Francis came and handed me a bottle of cold water. I sighed in relief as it was what exactly I needed. Without wasting any second, I opened the water bottle and gulped its content in one drink. I saw Zhairo giving me deadly glares as she hugged Heartly who was on her side, I avoided his eyes as I couldn't look at him straight, my shame was eating me up.

A black Camaro pulled up in front of the Schmidt house around two in the afternoon, snapping Cassie out of her surveillance coma. Shrinking back in her seat, she watched as Tricia emerged from the house, dressed as the floozy alter ego, and got into the Camaro. As they pulled away from the curb, Cassie recorded the plate number.

She clicked on a video log dated two weeks earlier. Video Log #127: A sterile lab filled the screen. Richard Hart stood beside a glass pod, his reflection warped in the curved surface. Inside floated a girl, Elena's mirror image, eyes closed, chest rising in artificial rhythm. "Phase Three is ahead of schedule," Richard said, adjusting his tie. "Once the consciousness transfer is complete, Subject 34-C will replace Elena. She will be more compliant and more... manageable." A voice off camera, Adrian's father snarled, "And if she resists?"

Bottles of wine arranged on the glass table. Damian sat in the middle of two naked ladies ,they are all over him kissing and running hands over his body,he squeezed their asses spanking them as he kissed one deeply,while the other kneeled in the floor facing his crotch region. The door opened as camera flashed,they turned stunned as the camera flashed again. “Clear shot” Scar said as she sprawled on the couch opposite them,one leg crossed over the other. The trio looked shocked see as they stared at her,she's in a baggy pants and hoodie,with boots,a face cap covering the top part of her face.

From a locked ebony box, she took out a small glass vial. Inside was a shimmering blue liquid. "This is the old Sicilian way," her voice was a witch's rasp. "An ancient neurotoxin, mixed with a powerful aphrodisiac. A few drops, and she will lose all will to resist. She will become compliant, desperate. Get her pregnant with a Whitestone heir, and motherhood will be her chain. All women are the same. A child is a leash." Gavin stared at the vial, a war raging inside him.

Beyond it lay the core server room. Rows upon rows of glowing drives. Hundreds of archived files. Decades of secrets. Proof. Enough to destroy them all. Dominic immediately moved to the central console. His fingers moved fast across the keyboard. Scarlett stood beside him, eyes scanning the files. Then one folder froze her. SCARLETT / DOMINIC _FINAL MERGE PROTOCOL Her breath caught. No. She clicked it open. Inside was a scheduled date. Tomorrow. Scarlett's blood ran cold. Tomorrow at sunrise.

not here. "Scarlette.. I need you to-" Matthew stopped when he saw me and my desk. Oh! It's still attach.. Stupid me. I unplugged my USB quickly and ran to- shit! I tripped on the cable. "Unbelievable.." Matthew said and I ran outside.. "Mr. Preffin.. here.. the file name is.. S0004" "S what?" "S Zero Zero Zero Four." I spelled and he nodded. He walked away and my eyes widen. I ran back to my office.

The air in the Kunlun Main Hall had ceased to be air; it was a pressurized sea of psionic energy and void-matter. The massive, blue-scaled hand of the Siren—Subject 003—gripped the edge of the fractured jade floor, her long, bio-luminescent hair swirling like a galaxy beneath the abyss. “Subject 003-Gamma: Resynchronization complete,” the AI’s voice echoed through the Navigator in Scarlett’s hand. “Psionic dampening field: Active.”

"Not at all." "Okay, Abby, I think it is time we took you home." Gently Taylor tugs my hand as he slides out of the booth. He helps me to my feet, wrapping my scarf round my neck. The world starts to spin, and suddenly I start to feel sick. The last thing I hear before everything goes black is Taylor's muttered "Fuck!"