Scp 735 Novels & Stories

I ordered in a soft tone. "Right away sir" I leaned into the chair, closing my eyes to sleep I guess. I listened to her voice, "Please Xavier help me, Save me Liam has captured me. I don't know where's he's taking me" She was placed in the trunk of a car, with the plate number 'SCE 091567' I quickly opened my eyes, I realized that it was just a trance but she communicated with me, how's that possible?, questions filled my head wondering what Liam was doing in a Scotland car.

The air was warmer here, carrying the scent of lamp oil and preserved food. Selene held up a hand, signaling us to wait. She pulled out a small communication device, one of the few pieces of advanced technology I had seen the silent dancers wield. "Calling contact. Code seven seven three." Static. Then more static. Her expression darkened. "Calling contact. Respond." Nothing. "Your insider?" I asked quietly. "Should be responding." Frustration crept into her voice. "I arranged for someone on the inside to disable certain security measures, to guide us to where Milo is being held. Without them..."

she managed. “I disliked its manner.” “It contained the antidote.” “I continue to dislike it.” He lowered her to the floor. Her breathing had become shallow. “Tell me what to do.” “The compound was identified as E-Seven inhibitor.” Lucian searched the damaged terminal. Most of the display had shattered, but internal storage cartridges remained intact. Each bore a number. E-1. E-2. E-3. Through E-28. He found E-7. Two vials rested inside.

"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."

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

"Transmit the data." Don slammed the enter key, the screen flashing green as the upload hit one hundred percent. "Tell Shinjiro to focus all his boys on Depot Seven," Don instructed, leaning close to the mic. "Dominic is out of cash, and the asset freeze cleared out his heavy guards. The seventh sector is a ghost town between two and three in the morning." "We confirm receipt," the liaison said flatly. "Get your bags packed. Before we change our mind." Out at the coastal villa, rain lished against the windows.

She analyzed the ping source, cross-referenced the satellite routing, and triangulated the access node to a sector in the Austrian Alps—a location never linked to Crane’s main facility. Julian leaned over her shoulder. “What’s in the Alps?” Sophie didn’t answer. Instead, she brought up a file. Top-level, untagged, stored in a hidden part of Shade’s archive. “Outpost 7,” she said. “Not Crane’s. Shade’s. An old staging site for early rescue operations. Long dead. I never put it in the estate's system.” Julian narrowed his eyes. “Then how did someone find it?” Charlotte stood with Elias in the greenhouse when the report came in.

Scar comforts Lilith, “She will come and beg me herself, and she will pay for all her lies, today.” “Can I have your phone?” Lilith asks, “Mine is out of battery, but I might need to call for help...” “Sure,” Scar doesn’t hesitate for too long, “The password is 1225.” “Thanks!” Lilith smiles at Scar, and flees before their eyes could meet. Hiding in a corner, Lilith takes out her own phone. A new message waiting for her-- [I’m in. I have got eyes on the target.] Lilith types fast as a reply--

Chapter 230 The abandoned textile warehouse in Queens stood silent against the gray dawn sky as federal agents took their positions around the building. Alexander crouched behind a concrete barrier with Stefan and FBI Special Agent Diana Chen, watching through binoculars as tactical teams prepared for the assault that would either save Victoria and Camille or confirm their worst fears about Rose's information. "Two heat signatures on the third floor," Agent Chen whispered into her radio. "Stationary positions consistent with restrained captives. One mobile signature moving between them."

The next node was a sunken pool in a grove of silver-barked trees. The water should have been clear, but it held a murky, grey haze, like diluted ink. The sight of it, the lingering wrongness we were now forbidden to fix properly, made my skin itch. Assessor Seven glided to the water’s edge. “Implement Protocol 77-B. Begin with harmonic calibration of the local reality substrate.”