Sliding Door Moment Novels & Stories

Then, as if someone opened the door from the inside, the massive wall slid open like a sliding door. “Wang Chen? Is a helper standing by again?” “No, Miss S! It is a structure where the sensor operates if you strike three times hard on a wall with a special mark on the floor!” However, there was a problem. “Why is it opening so slowly?” Perhaps because the wall forming the door was so massive, the opened door did not close right away and moved slowly. “The sensor seems to have aged because it hasn't been used for too long! Damn it, we'll have to engage in combat first!”

He stood up, “Let’s go.” He followed me as I hurried and as soon as I got near the door, I hit the button and the secret door opened and I rushed inside quickly shutting the door behind me only not in time. He cursed as he squeezed through before the door slid in place. I scrambled up the stairs and slapped my hand on the plate next to the door at the top. Good thing Gabe had programmed it for me. I ran through slapping the plate on the outside. The door shut before Rob was able to get through. He begins to slam against the door to try and get to me.

"Sub-level vault doors closing. Hydraulic seal in ten seconds." The massive, three-ton steel door behind Eli began to slide forward out of its concrete recess in the wall. The heavy tracks ground together with a high-pitched, automated screech that vibrated through the floorboards and rattled the loose teeth in Eli's jaw. The gap to the outer hallway was shrinking with every tick of the emergency timer.

And instantly the hinges crack as stone dust falls from the frame. Just after the third impact, the door tears from its frame and crashes to the floor. BANG!!!

I couldn't imagine the gruff, grizzled cop I remembered as head of hotel security. My glazier friend and his crew arrived about an hour and a half after I did. The material they put in the sliding doors that led from Lyca's bedroom to the balcony outside it was actually some kind of super-tough plastic and was almost three inches thick." "Like I said, unless this asshole you guys are dealing with uses a goddamn cannon, he's not shooting through this stuff," Maurice, the owner of the glass shop, said when he showed me the installation. "And the nice thing is, just looking at this stuff, you can't really tell it's special, you know?"

I responded through our shared link, my hand locking around the iron handle of the sliding barrier. With a sudden, explosive burst of dual-lineage speed, I threw my weight against the metal door. The massive iron panel tore along its rusted track with a violent, screeching mechanical shriek that echoed sharply across the empty harbor, crashing into the interior wall with enough force to shatter the external security locks.

"The gas. If there’s a leak—" "I’m not shooting the lock, Zara. I’m using the slide." He jammed the heavy steel of the gun into the seam of the doors. I heard the groan of bronze, the screech of metal against stone as he put his entire weight into it. Slowly, painfully, a sliver of light appeared—not the golden sun, but the pale, sickly blue of the pre-dawn mist. With one final, agonizing heave, the doors swung open.

I was already behind. I kept moving. Door two. Same design, wider gap. Ten feet. I tried the same approach. The left panel deactivated before I reached the right. I went back. Pressed left. Counted to three. Pressed right on three. The panel timing had a delay. A one-second lag is built into the deactivation. If I moved fast enough between them, the lag held the first panel active long enough for the second to register. Door two opened. I was running now. And I was not running toward the doors. Between panels, calculating the lag and adjusting my angle at each junction. The walls were moving on both sides of the third corridor. I could see the gap narrowing, slow but intentional, the buildin

She was really pleasant! Now that they were complete, Viktor knocked on the door. Shortly afterwards there was a loud “Come in!” From inside and Viktor pulled open the 50 centimeter thick armored sliding door.

Then one of them asked a simple rhetorical question and was reprimanded. After tuning scenarios in his head, HD became calmer. When the assigned two guys leave with the elevator would be the best time to act. He doesn't have to worry about those two novices but he can use one of them as a shield. Knowing that these guys' backup would be arriving soon, HD was in a tight spot. He already made the decision. He was going to abandon his partner and run. The effect of the vibration became stronger and suddenly stopped. Then a part of the steel door that was not more than 2 feet slit away from the door and slid down into the ground, revealing a very small space.