Springlock Suit Blueprint Novels & Stories

Like if she didn’t keep moving, she’d lose control of the rage simmering just beneath her skin. It took nearly an hour to break through. The final crack split the slab open with a sound like bone snapping. Beneath it—layers of plastic sheeting. Sealed with industrial tape. I pulled it out slowly, carefully. Beneath the wrapping was a case. Steel. Locked. Cali stepped beside me. “You have the gear?” I nodded, pulled out the lockpick and bypass kit, and started working. The latch gave after a few minutes, just enough to crack the case open.

I didn't care to open it, I just had a feeling that Kaiden would have need of them. I removed my suit and put the documents on my shirt and strapped it close. The shirt I wore inside my suit, had four straps. Two stretched diagonally to the opposite side, while two stretched horizontally in the middle, creating a bisection, and I placed the two documents carefully inside the strap. Then I proceeded to look for the documents that was of great concern to me.

Did I mention how beautiful he is? Hot Nerd. That's what the other girls at my event planning job call him. Locke is six foot three, naturally muscular. Thick in places it should be illegal. And he clearly has no idea what to do with all of that size and strength. It's untouched and untested. The buttons of his dress shirt struggle to remain closed, black hairs that match the unruly waves on his head peek out over the top. The fly of his slacks is strained. God bless his tailor for hugging those bulky male lines. He's doing the lord's work.

Even Ty didn’t know that suits name. “Then how the hell in the world did you know about that” yelled Val. Jack widened his eyes and immediately held Val’s shoulder “Calm down baby, what happened? I just saw Mr. Right handwork on the suit” said Jack hurriedly and Val’s eyes widened. “Di..Did you..rea...really see it?” asked Val with trembling voice. She designed that suit differently. If you stand beside the suit and tilt your head facing the suit in particular angle you can see Mr. Right handwork in gold thread. Sheela tried many times but she didn’t see it.

Klyde told him he’d go with a black suit that would complement Wade’s suit since they’re coming together, but Aien insisted on adding some details. “Klyde, I know you’re pretty,” the beta suddenly said that day as they bicker about the design of the suit. “But I won’t let you attend that party looking plain. You should eat them all up with your fit.” A silver-lining was then etched into the collars of the suit jacket, and along the waist too. “To accentuate your waist. You have such a small waist, if you add that detail, anyone would drool over you.”

I turned towards the girls, “What do you guys have in mind, girls?” “I'd say you should take something, sleek, elastic but impenetrable. Also, something easy to maneuver around with.” Martha had a thoughtful look. “Okay, do you have anything like that?” I asked him. He nodded towards us all. “Yes Luna, we have that, what colour would you like?” “Blue or brown.” “Blue.” Adeth screeched with excitement. I smiled fondly. “Blue it is.” He chuckled at us and walked towards a small tent beside the stand, spending about ten minutes. He came out with a jumpsuit in his hands.

That is why they can rip human families apart without remorse. I strode over to the armoire and tried to open it, but it did not budge. I looked closely and realized it had a fingerprint and code lock. It piqued my interest. "What is he hiding in here?" I muttered to myself. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to open it today, I walked into his closet. The crisp scent of cedar met my nostrils as I gazed at the clothes hanging neatly within. I was a bit surprised to find his closet well arranged. Most of his clothes were blazer jackets and button-down shirts in an assorted array of colors. There were some black pants of the cargo variety and five three-piece suits in different colors.

“Good evening, gentlemen. Looking for something in particular?” “Charcoal or midnight,” I said without hesitation. “Two-button. Clean lines. Nothing shiny.” Allen trailed behind us, hands in his pockets. “He needs something that says I’m okay even when I’m not,” he told the clerk with a smile. “Got it,” she said, not missing a beat. She brought three suits. I tried the first: charcoal, soft shoulder. Good, not great. The second: midnight, narrow notch lapel. Better. The third: deep navy that looked black until the light hit it. I turned in the mirror.

Howard… a little too easy to reassure? In a short moment, Gerald took North to Madam Bracken’s backyard. Madam Bracken gave Gerald a pointed look and said, “North, I only managed to restore one of the blueprints. I haven’t had time to restore the rest.” Then, she handed the blueprints to North. “However, that one blueprint alone revealed many issues.” North took the blueprints and narrowed her eyes. The jewelry piece depicted in the blueprint was an exact copy of South Corporation’s classic bestselling pieces.

The suits were ready in two days. They were this full-body, extremely fitting like-a-second-skin, midnight blue, superhero-like suits. They clung to the bodies of the soldiers like wet polyester and were as tough as metal when struck from the outside. However, they weren't heavy neither did the soldiers feel like they were wearing the toughest and strongest uniform on earth. Impenetrable.