Sollux Captor Panels Novels & Stories

Took a lot of time to decide which of them I will like to go for. On getting to the garage I met him there with some of his men and five super exotic Lamborghini Aventador SV prepared and two minivans. I looked around if there is any other thing we will be conveying, probably something of high value and yet forbidden. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Mat being a drug dealer and him needing a young girl to traffic his drugs.

Specifically, the dull gray panel behind it, uninteresting, load conduit marker almost invisible unless you knew grid language. I drove my blade into the seam and twisted. Nothing happened. Vale chuckled. “That’s structural plating.” “Yes,” I said, and triggered the micro-charge already palmed under my thumb. The panel blew inward, not outward, collapsing into the conduit channel behind it. Sparks, bright, violent, immediate. The halo rig flickered. Observer One grinned. “There it is.” Vale didn’t move, but his eyes sharpened. “Partial disruption only.” “Correct,” I said. “Partial is enough.”

"Nothing yet. The CCTV showed normal activity. No sign of any suspicious person entering the hall. Whoever did this was either already inside before the cameras were active or they knew exactly how to move around the system." The officer said something low and Dimitri nodded once and dismissed him with a look. The man moved away quickly. "The concussion device," Xavier said. "What about it." "Already being investigated," Dimitri said. His eyes were on the building. On the crack running up the wall like a scar the building had not asked for. "It is not Lindel made. It is foreign. Whoever sourced it did not buy it locally which means they had supply lines already established before tonight." X

“A capture zone.” He caught her meaning. A clean assassination meant no fallout. But a capture meant leverage. Discredit. Reprogramming. Cassian checked the wall panel near the freight elevator. “Static lock. Not responding to any of my overrides.” Aria touched his wrist. “Let me.” He stepped aside as she cracked open the panel. Behind the circuit plate: a cascade of twisted cables intentionally rerouted, but not cleanly. She grinned without humor. “They’re sloppy.” Cassian watched her fingers move.

“Actually, there are two things you might find very handy. The first is involving the collars. If you find yourself collared, there is a very easy release system. There are three holes in the back of the collar. You need to put your fingers in the two outer holes first, and then place a third finger in the center hole. Outer first, then inner. When you hear the click, remove your fingers quickly and the whole thing will fall to the floor, deactivated and unable to be reused.” I’ll add that to the list of things to tell my crew when I get a chance. “Also, the containment capsules, the ones that were originally designed for travel, are almost identical in design to the ones used on the sun dra

Mustafa who is now with Zoe wants to live a new life again after going through hell in his marriage with Cassie but with the children they have standing in the way, how does he function properly as the husband to Zoe and as a father to the children he has with Cassie? Cassie is left to deal with the misery, trying to patch all of the broken pieces together after so much has been ruined. Would she ever get a renewal of love and life itself when there's unprecedented polyandry standing in the way? Aren't you excited for this??? Ooh la la! Until next time, see you in The Captor, sequel to The Captive! One more thing, you can read The Captive on GoodNovel now and you can also purchase it on Okad

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Feeling uneasy, I nodded briskly before I asked how my friend was as I dragged my chains out of his office. “She is resting,” Nikolai asserted roughly. Exhaling my relief I licked my lips as I peeked up at him. “So all the comets hitting were a false flag to capture humans?” I asked nonchalantly. His brow rose as he studied my face momentarily until he growled firmly, “Yes, we sell them for blood slaves to others who need them while some are kept by those who capture them.” Startled by his bluntness I continued my questioning. “Is the government also involved and why kill the older ones?”

I stand in front of the cartridge dispenser and make myself not look at it. The child has not forgiven me for stepping back. Good. Let it be angry. Angry is alive. The far wall splits, less like a door than a reveal. The panels peel back so smoothly that the dust on the floor does not move. White panels slide away to expose a black circular console sunk into the floor. Two handplates rest on either side of it, separated by a strip of glass. One plate is silver-veined. The other is matte black. Above them, a transparent cylinder drops from the ceiling.