Spring Lock Death Novels & Stories

The walls were older here, carved from natural stone rather than reinforced with modern materials. Subject Zero Containment was at the end of a long hallway. The door was sealed with a lock I didn't recognize, not electronic, not biometric, but something older. A puzzle lock that required specific manipulation of mechanical tumblers in a sequence only someone with detailed knowledge would understand. I spent fifteen minutes working on it before admitting I didn't have the skill. But Eugene's elimination device did have a discharge function. If I could overload the locking mechanism... I fired a controlled burst at the lock. The metal glowed red, the tumblers fused, and the door swung open.

I asked him. "It can get missing and we normally don't have spare keys for each cell. Although it's safer this way, the keys are well stuck and to remove it, I have to undo this metallic locker which is hardly joined together to give a firm rock hard protection of losing the keys" he replied pointing at the metallic locker that was on the foamy stuff attached to his waist belt. "So what can I do for you?"

I asked him. "It can get missing and we normally don't have spare keys for each cell. Although it's safer this way, the keys are well stuck and to remove it, I have to undo this metallic locker which is hardly joined together to give a firm rock hard protection of losing the keys" he replied pointing at the metallic locker that was on the foamy stuff attached to his waist belt. "So what can I do for you?"

I turned behind me to see the'him' returning a smile to my petrified glare. Death. I didn't want to die, I might be stubborn and all but death wasn't a joke, it was permanent. "But there has to be something you can do." For the first time, I was ready to listen to any idea she had to offer. She thought for a moment before snapping her fingers, a move that made the precious stone she kept on her head all day, tilt to the left. "Well since I can't lock your powers without doing permanent damage to you, we'll use the lock spell on jewelry instead."

she said. “No,” Echo replied. “I set myself free.” She looked behind him. At the smoldering throne. “At what cost?” “Whatever it took.” He offered his hand. She took it. ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — DEADLOCK ROOM — 3:01 A.M. Lorenzo sat alone in the old Deadlock vault. The lights flickered once. Backup power had died. The world was no longer running on code. It was running on memory. He held a cracked display screen in his lap.

SECURITY PROTOCOL: BIOMETRIC LOCK (RETINA/DNA). AUTHORIZED USERS: ROBERT VANCE (DECEASED), ELARA VANCE. STATUS: LOCKDOWN. I let out a gasp that echoed in the small room. The Dead Man’s Switch. My father, the paranoid genius, had locked the fortune. It wasn't just a password. It required me. My eyes, my fingerprint and my pulse. Mark had killed me to get the money. But by killing me, he had locked himself out of the vault forever. He was broke because he had murdered the only key that could open the door.