Solo Login Novels & Stories

"...primitive." Ren sat in the metal chair. Leo stood behind him, his arms crossed. "Watch your back in there, brother." Ren put on the goggles. He felt the cold electrodes touch his temples. "Initialize," Ren commanded. Kara hit the Enter key. The generator hummed louder. The lights in the bunker flickered. Power surge. LOGIN SEQUENCE INITIATED. BYPASSING AUTHENTICATION. CONNECTION TYPE: HARDLINE (UNREGISTERED). WELCOME, USER [ERROR].

He quickly set up the program, an ugly, simple interface with only two usernames, ‘THE COVENANT’ and ‘THE ARCHITECT. “You are The Covenant,” Damian stated, looking me straight in the eyes. “Our alliance is now official. Every morning at 7 a.m. and every evening at 10 p.m., you log in. No chitchat only facts. If you miss a drop then I assume you are compromised.” “If I log in late, I’ll sign off with the code: Elm Street,” I confirmed. “If I’m trapped, I’ll log in and type only the word, CLEAN.”

I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

HAS HE REALLY BEEN SHITTY? I eventually get down, clutch my purse to the edge of my insane slit, and walk behind the fandom, flashing fake smiles for camera and granting selfies when I wish to creep under the table and cry. The match between his favorite club ends, and we’re now in the nearby hotel his PA booked last night. I walk out of the steamy bathroom, knotting the rope in front of my robe. Caleb is talking in the telecom. “… Yeah. Mid-rare, juicy to my taste. Uh, you can add the coleslaw, and a bottle of red wine.”

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He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.” His smile was as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a unique crescent-shaped. Leon recognized this guy, too. He was the world’s number one Mid Solo, whether in a group or as a solo player. Other Mid Solo players feared him. He immediately shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” As soon as he finished speaking, another youngster with black hair approached him with an extended hand. “Hi. I’m Jonathan, the Top Solo player. My ID in the game is Jon.”

Then by authentication method. “This is the part they tried to wipe,” he said. “But the system logs to a secondary service that they didn’t account for. It’s… boring. It runs in the background. People forget it exists.” I smiled, genuine. “My favorite kind of witness.” Elias shot me a quick look, then leaned in. “There,” he said. He highlighted a line. USER LOGIN: trhodes_admin AUTH: TOKEN / LOCAL COMMAND: EXPORT / DELETE / INDEX OVERWRITE My stomach dropped so hard I felt it in my teeth.

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.