Scp 952 Novels & Stories

Emergency lighting cast everything in red. Kain grabbed Tatiana's arm. "Move." They ran back up the passage. Julian was already ahead, clearing the way. Behind them, the sound of boots on concrete. They burst out of a service entrance into the night. Trees surrounded them. The gravel road was fifty meters west. Tatiana ran. But as she ran, she memorized what she had seen on the monitor before it died. A location code in the corner of the screen. White letters on black. FACILITY 9. She knew where he was. She had seen the number. And she would find it.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

This place is pretty much an SCP Ikea, there's no end tomorrow unless I want there to be and if someone goes too far they can get stuck in another dimension. Jourton: (Jourton having seen a portal open in the closet he walks into it only to find himself standing on a cliff that appears to be overlooking some sort of military camp. Their emblem a Trident with the symbol of Ophiuchus spiraling down the shaft) Rokalees! I have to run! (Starting to turn around Jourton come face to face with the barrel of a laser pistol) Boomstick! Always a boomstick! [End Scene]

He held a tablet, its surface flashing a crimson encryption warning. “I gave orders not to be disturbed,” Kael said without turning. His voice was low, even. Too even. “You’ll want this,” Marcus replied. “Our deep-web monitors intercepted a Level Nine transmission.” Kael’s gaze shifted at last. Level Nine meant only one thing. The High Council. He took the tablet. Code scrolled across the screen—dense, layered, lethal. His eyes tracked it instantly, translating without effort. Subject: Anomaly Detected Location: Sector Seven – Moon Pack Territory

--- Extraction – 0355 hours Sophia met Rafael at the emergency exit as the facility’s alarms blared. “You okay?” she shouted. “Better now,” he said, clutching the drive. “We have what we need. It’s over.” They ran as the mountain rumbled behind them. Snow fell from trees. Flames erupted from hidden vents. Explosions tore through the domes. Sanctum 9 collapsed. Rafael and Sophia, bloodied and breathless, stood on the cliffside as the last of Lazarus died in fire. She turned to him, tears streaking her soot-covered cheeks. “You came back.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I will always come back to you.”

CHAPTER 98 The night had already swallowed the city whole by the time Sophias convoy rolled into the Apapa docks, a place where shadows felt alive and the salty air carried the ghosts of forgotten cargo ships. The smell of diesel and rot wrapped around her like a warning. Moonlight dripped over rusted rooftops, turning the run-down warehouses into silver silhouettes that loomed like silent threats. Ralias voice crackled through the comms, tense but controlled. Movement in Building Nine. Three heat signatures. Two patrols… one seated.

I looked into his eyes. The arrogance that had always lived behind Julian's gaze was gone. What was left was just sorrow. I didn't answer his question right away. I undid the buttons at my collar and pulled the fabric aside until the scar showed. A long, raised line ran down toward my heart. "Julian. Do you remember this scar?" "The night before our ninety-eighth engagement. You took me out to see a movie. On the way there, a car hit me. The driver fled the scene. They never found him."

She rose, vanishing into silk folds, leaving jasmine echo and warning etched deep. Phone vibrated—Kenji.Penthouse. Now. Strategy session. Elevator code: 4729. No question. Command. Sapphire suit traded tension for armor as I cabbed uptown, Manhattan's veins throbbing below. SatoTech tower pierced clouds, penthouse a glass aerie suspended in storm light.

lift left in the building. "Damian, hold the lobby," Ethan commanded. "Aria, stay close. If the 'Script' tries to 'Re-Index' your heartbeat, we use the 'Zero-Point' scramblers. We don't talk to it. We don't listen to it. We just find the server and we 'De-materialize' the memory."

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