Scp 137 Novels & Stories

The screen flashed red once, then blinked green. He descended six levels. The air changed. Sterile. Pressurized. The vault corridor looked like something out of a sci-fi prison. White lights. Steel doors. Retinal scanners. Silent as death. He found Vault 713—the one marked with the sigil Leandro had drawn in blood. He placed the chip Amara had smuggled in her bracelet into the reader. Click. The door hissed open. Inside? A single black case. He picked it up. And that’s when he heard the footsteps.

A high-priority system alert screamed across the interface, overriding every security protocol. "Sophia! We have a catastrophic breach!" Zero’s voice broke over the comms, heavily distorted by a rising storm of static. "The 'Shadow' protocol... it didn't delete when we purged the Montgomery servers. It migrated. It found a more compatible, more desperate biological host."

"She's trying to steal the engine data. I need your fingerprint to open the master server." Harper didn't ask questions. She walked to the hidden wall safe behind the painting. She pressed her thumb against the scanner. Beep. Authorization Accepted. Sebastian pressed his. Beep. Access Granted. The heavy steel door slid open. Inside hummed the massive black server towers—the brain of Sterling Corp. "Okay," Sebastian wheeled himself to the console. "I'm going in. I need you to monitor the external traffic. If you see any packets leaving the network, kill them."

I pecked her before leaving her presence and heading to my room for a night rest I slept that night like a baby Episode 16 Whitney pov FEW MONTHS LATER '𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡' I thought starring at my science project, which would be done in few minutes ...... I was in the science lab at school creating a mega robot wing for a science project

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

… +639********* to Tatiana: I know you're thinking on blocking my number aren't you? …. +639********* to Tatiana: Don't waste your time doing that. I have so many ways to get your new number again. *smirking emoticon* … +639********* to Tatiana: Anyway, you'll safe with the guy's unit. … Whoa! Whoa! What the hell!? Who the hell is this person? He's really creepy and weird. He's making me nervous. He's watching! That's all I can say. And wait, he knows what happened to me, so that means he is the one that Jill and Moli saw. And he knows that I stays in Jill's unit with him. That means only one thing, that he is watching me—no, not just me but us, me, Jill and Moliana.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“I can feel it… that we’re close. But something’s still hidden.” He tilted his head. “You mean more than just the purge?” “Yes. Scarlett mentioned I was ‘curious’… that my blood was tainted.” Liam’s brow furrowed. “What do you think she meant?” “I think… my connection to her runs deeper than I thought.” In the conference room, Richter, Tamar, Freya, and Liam gathered around the holomap. “Zurich’s vault is reduced to ash,” Freya reported. “But small pulses have been detected along the Arctic satellite line. Scarlett embedded herself in the SkyChain network.”

In the prison. Sir Harris pushed No. 13 and arrived at the computer room. No. 13 looked up and caught sight of the 360-degree surveillance cameras above, with their seductive and enticing corners of the lips. Sir Harris was quite embarrassed and said, "Don't take it personally. My colleagues have no ill intentions towards you, they are just very curious about how a genius like you works." No. 13 sneered coldly, "Hypocrite." Sir Harris buried his head in shame. He silently reproached himself for going overboard. No. 13 was not only blessed with a genius-like brain, but also possessed eyes that could be considered as mind-reading abilities.

she returned, shrugging in a matter-of-fact expression. Dennis seemed to think about the fact for some seconds, very concerned. Just then, his tablet buzzed and he groaned. "The team from the facility just confirmed that something was taken," he said. "Item 13." A picture of a large, black, seemly plastic containment box marked Item 13 on the side popped up on the screen alongside some strings of letters and numbers Megan couldn't interpret. "What is it exactly?" she asked. "Unfortunately, that information is above your clearance, Miss Months," he replied, "but what I can tell you is that Item 13 out of Olympus's hands is a very, very bad development." He groaned again.