Scp 073 소설 & 이야기

I flinched when I saw some of the triangles falling on the floor. Just what is happening? All of a sudden we were surrounded by some people which I assume are scars. "Is this all you've got?" Spencer asked and Sebastian nodded. "Sadly," Sebastian said. But we are in their territory. It's impossible to escape. "Sorry," Sebastian said and shot Mimosa right on her head. My eyes widened and I glared at her body falling on the floor as soon as Spencer loosened his grip on her. He was having drops of her blood all over his mask.

Prince Axel was on a rampage within, he was too excited to have the Omega inside the tank within close distance, cuddle, snuggle, rubbing their noses like the old times and shared hot times. “Xerahn your finally back” he teared up Axel watched him closely, and Penelope looked back at him, trying to imitate his movements. “How is Xerahn SC1?” Axel said without looking, staring only at Penelope's obsidian black eyes. SC1 means Scientists #1, Axel doesn't like to call anyone by name, so everyone around the lab are not using their original name. “The electric shock wave works pretty well, and we detected no side effects, he is indeed the perfect one”

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

The streetlights flickered on, casting pale orange pools of light on the wet pavement. Avery sat at her desk, staring at her phone. It had been silent all day. Wenger was still testing her patience, waiting for her to crack, to come begging for his help. She smiled coldly, her lips pressing into a thin line. She typed a single line and sent it: 【I already know N-073's current identity in Sunset City. Professor, your bargaining chip just lost its value.】 Within three minutes, her phone exploded with frantic vibrations. She answered slowly, her finger hovering over the screen. Wenger's voice, old but stripped of all composure, came through the speaker, raw and panicked:

"State the completely classified vocal passcode." Hot, incredibly thick tears of absolute defeat streamed continuously down his dirt-caked cheeks. "Ascension... Protocol... Omega... Seven... Nine... Absolute," Aryan choked out pathetically. "Excellent," Kiara whispered lethally. She elegantly picked up the highly advanced biometric retinal scanner. "Now, forcefully open your entirely pathetic, heavily bloodshot eyes."

The rogue clone jumped into the driver’s seat, tires screaming as she tore out of the blackened circle of the bungalow. As they hurtled through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the clone reached into her vest and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. She tossed it into Maya’s lap. "My name is Seven," the clone said. "Or at least, that’s what’s etched into my bone marrow. There were twelve of us in the Delta batch. I’m the only one left who hasn't had a total neural reset."

Now she was a pile of mangled flesh lying in the morgue. I turned and went back inside, locked the door, and slid down against it until I was sitting on the floor. My phone vibrated. "Backup slots are full. In the next cycle, death cannot be transferred." The next day, the sun came up, and the world went on as usual. Except for Unit 703. There was still no movement. I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror. The scratch at the corner of my eye was still there. It was thin, narrow, and capped with a faint scab.

Viper scrambled to his feet, shaking off the paralysis, his eyes finding mine. "How do we open the pits?" I snarled into Caspian’s ear. He tried to ignore me, his body shaking with pain. I pressed the gun harder, the metal bruising his temple. "Tell me, or I'll end this right now." "Code... 7-4-9-Alpha," Caspian wheezed. "Control... control station three." "Viper! Control station three! Get them out!" I commanded. I watched as the Blood-Hounds sprinted toward the pits. I watched as the concrete lids slid back, and the survivors began to scramble out of the darkness. They were weak, they were terrified, but they were moving.

"Yes." Director Chen made another call. "I need transport teams. Three locations. Switzerland, Singapore, South Africa. Medical emergency. Highest priority. Authorization code alpha-zero-zero-seven." She listened. "I do not care about protocol. I do not care about approvals. We have thirteen hours to prevent a global catastrophe. Move now or answer to me later. Your choice."