Scp 404 Novels & Stories

I have to consciously try to control my breathing and calm down. For the umpteenth time, I go back to G-4ce's realm. That's what is now at the top of the window after the new web page is opened. On the left side of the page, there are a bunch of hyperlinks, one below the other in a menu: LCP, Nmap, John the Ripper, Superscan, Erase, PuTTY, Cain and Abel, NetStumbler, Phenoelit and more.

“Signal bounce points. Virtual relays. Spoofed locations. Even ghost servers.” “And?” I pressed, my voice tight. Scott exhaled, long and frustrated. “Everything has been leading to a dead end.”

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

It was weathered, the edges curled, but a single mark made my chest tighten. A red circle drawn over a jagged valley. The place I had been found. I recognized it instantly, even if I didn’t know how. There, in smudged lettering: Dead Wolf’s Drop. And just next to it, etched in lighter ink, barely visible, was something stranger. A boundary. A shimmering arc sketched faintly, labeled simply: Forcefield Rupture, Apollo pack. I traced it with my thumb, a sharp memory flickering in my mind.

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.

Hearing this, Adrian asked, “Do you know where the entrance to this hub is?” Vivian shook her head. “I’m not sure, but I know that it’s called the Scorpio Hub. The Luposians inside the company are very tight-lipped about it so we locals have no idea what’s going on inside. What we do know is that the entrance to Scorpio Hub is from Hub Four.” ‘Sounds like the weapons I’m looking for are inside Scorpio Hub,’ Adrian thought. “Viv, you should stop working at SK. Also, could you please take me to the hub where I can find Scorpio Hub? I need to get inside so that I can apprehend them,” Adrian said.

He groans as Scarlett slides off his lap. “Yes Kat,” he says as he answers the phone and puts it on speaker. “What is it?” “I’ll be off for a field trip tomorrow,” she replies over the phone. “Since, I’ll be out of touch for a day, I need to explain to you what to do with the tracking software. I sent you a link with all the instructions. The password is F9NM61.”

My eyes landed on the system in the conference room, and I saw Minister Blackthorn gesturing for me to sit. As I sat, he began to speak, "These are the copies. It holds pictures and videos," he then pointed to Mr Scott, "This is the Whisperer 4th under the 6th Stealth; his absence in the FireHeart pack has blown his cover." Turning to the man, I said, "A better arrangement will be made for you.” He nodded and said thank you. Mr Blackthorn then beckoned on Scott to operate the system. With some tapping and clicking, a mass of files appeared, and the first one was selected.

BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES — SERVER ROOM Alexander pushed open the heavy server room door, and a wave of cold air rushed out. Rows of machines blinked back at them like a city of silent, blue eyed robots. Roberts was already at a terminal, fingers flying over the keys. "Pulling up the footage from this afternoon now, sir." The screen flickered, stuttered, and then froze. A harsh, red error message burned into the display: FILE NOT FOUND — POSSIBLE CORRUPTION.

Daniel placed an old laptop on the table. "It's not connected to the internet." "Good." Daniel inserted the USB drive. The screen lit up. Several folders appeared. Wright Capital. Lydia. Evan. Cross Investigation. And one folder simply labeled: S.H. Seraphina stared at it. "What does S.H. mean?" Daniel didn't answer. Julian looked at him. "Open it." Daniel clicked the folder. Inside were scanned documents. Old emails. Bank records. And photographs. Seraphina stepped closer.