Scp 173 Novels & Stories

The trapdoor creaked open, revealing a stone stairwell descending into darkness. Sang-woo lit a lantern from the desk and climbed down. The walls below were lined with screens. Surveillance monitors. Not just of the estate. But in Yuri’s old school dorm. Devin’s safehouse in Moscow. Koji’s apartment in Tokyo. Their father had been watching everything. Even Azrael. Sang-woo’s fingers hovered over the dusty keyboard. Files. Recordings. Messages Vector had logged but never sent. He clicked open a file titled: N•17 — Stasis Protocol.

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it, my hands trembling. It was a picture. A picture of me, standing in front of Eavon's car, the very same night Orion died. My face was a mask of shock and terror, and in the background, a woman with a dog was pointing at me, her mouth open in a scream. The text below the picture read: I can give you the answers you're looking for. Meet me tomorrow at the old lighthouse at midnight. Come ALONE.

"I'm trying to access the facility's network to see her status." "Sophie, that's extremely dangerous," Dr. Kim warned. "If they trace your access" "They won't. I'm routing through seventeen proxy servers across six countries. By the time they trace it, we'll be long gone." Marcus watched his ten-year-old daughter hack into a secure German facility with the casual efficiency of someone ordering takeout. "Got it," Sophie said. "Rebecca is... she's in a secure communication room. Transmitting data." "What kind of data?"

Sable’s POV The helicopter sliced through the night sky like a black blade. I sat in the rear seat, eyes fixed on the monitor in front of me — a single flashing symbol: the serpent insignia of the Order, flickering like a heartbeat. “Data core transfer at ninety-eight percent,” the technician said nervously beside me. His hands shook as he worked. “We salvaged everything from the facility before the explosion, ma’am. The genetic archives, the experiment files, and—”

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

Not after the confession. Not after finally choosing each other. Their feelings hadn't made the mission easier. If anything, it made the stakes even higher. Now they had someone they couldn't bear to lose. They reached a heavy blast door marked SECTOR C – CENTRAL TRANSIT. Sophia's access card was still clutched tightly in Damon's hand. He slid it into the security panel. The scanner flashed red. ACCESS DENIED "What?" Isabella frowned. Damon tried again. Another beep. ACCESS DENIED

She paused briefly before adding, “This isn’t the work of Maxwell. He simply doesn’t possess this level of technical capability. This is the organisation he mentioned earlier… The Syndicate.” Mavric stood beside Liora, watching the data scroll across the screen. “What exactly are they looking for?” “They are searching for the coordinates of the fourth laboratory,” Liora whispered, her face turning pale with realisation. “The laboratory whose location even Victoria never knew about. The facility that holds the original blueprints for Project Scorpion.” Amidst the chaos of the cyber-attack, a message window suddenly popped up on Liora’s display. It contained just one single line of text: “The

The surname Scott appeared on a birth certificate. “Thomas Scott’s cousin,” Liv said. “That makes her related to Maxon.” “Kiel.” “Yes?” “When we find her, I want her alive.” Liv raised an eyebrow. “That is disappointingly civilized.” “I want to know everything she buried beneath my home.” Then we can kill her, Leo said. The portal deposited us in an abandoned industrial forest. In the distance, smokestacks, water towers, and electrified fences rose against the sky. Complex 17-B appeared dead.

"What does seventeen mean?" Viktor looked at Thea. "There's only one way to find out." He walked toward a bookshelf in the study and pulled out a thick notebook. Thea watched as he flipped through several pages. Then he stopped. His expression changed. William immediately noticed. "What?" Viktor didn't answer. He turned the notebook toward them. A list of numbers filled the page. Beside each number was a short code. Then a location. Not in Manila. Not even in the Philippines.

I sat hunched over my keyboard, my sharp navy blazer slung over the back of my ergonomic chair, my fingers flying across the keys in a fast, unbroken rhythm. "The connection is active, Silas," I said, my voice sounding a bit flat from the long hours of screen time. "The digital trail through the Swiss channels just hit the main network port at the Singapore shipping dock. Hecate’s backup code is trying to run a hard reset on the cargo manifests."