Steins Gate Trap 소설 & 이야기

“And when I touch this to the wire, what happens?” “The gate will unlock.” Grayson snorted. “I don’t know how long the timers are set by looking at pictures, so get your asses through and close it again.” Tess moved over to the gate, ready to open it and pass through. “Here goes,” Brody mumbled more to himself then anyone listening. As soon as the wire touched the other exposed metal there was a small click inside the box. “Now.” Lowering the dangling wires, he turned and followed Tess through the gate.

It was my son. We sprinted toward the gates, as the group followed behind us. Torren and Thorne flanked Elara, Veyra and Renn covering the rear. But as soon as we reached the iron gates, a trap sprang up. Runes glowed red, and the gates slammed shut with a deafening clang, splitting our group. Draven, Torren, and I were inside; Veyra, Renn, and Elara were locked out. “Damn it!” Draven shaouted as he pounded the gate, but it held, the wards pulsing with blood magic. Dorian’s cries echoed louder from within and the bond surged with Kaelen’s mocking laughter.

Luca let out a low laugh. “Of course you are.” Valentino’s grip tightened on his weapon. “How many?” “Multiple heat signatures,” Alessandra said. “More than ten.” Silence. Marco looked at Valentino. “Tell me you expected that.” Valentino’s voice was calm. “I did.” Aria’s chest tightened. “This is the trap.” Valentino nodded once. “Yes.” They reached a reinforced steel door. Thick. Heavy. Almost impossible to break from the outside. A keypad blinked beside it.

A heavy thud hits the metal landing right outside our door. Saint’s finger tightens on the trigger. I press my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut as the keypad on the heavy steel door suddenly beeps.

How? The gates were made out of powerful, thick steel rods that gave peeks into the paradise beyond it was protecting. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get much of a view of its beauty as scores of Blackvines Pack guards dressed in suits stood behind the barricades they had set in place against my G-wagon.

“Adrian, stabilize it.” “I’m trying.” On the screen, the intruders had moved back toward the doorway. They were leaving. Calmly. Like people walking away from a bomb they had already set. Her anger flared instantly. “They’re not escaping.” She reached for the security controls. “Seal Sublevel Eight.” “I already did,” Adrian said. The steel blast doors slammed down behind the intruders. They stopped immediately. For the first time, their confidence wavered. One of them turned back toward the chamber. Another checked the sealed door. They were trapped. Vale leaned closer to the monitor.

Like he knew that pushing her to talk before she was ready would be the wrong move. She still didn't trust him. But she was watching him and so far nothing he had done had added to her reasons not to. The trees broke open suddenly and a gate appeared in the headlights. Iron. Tall. The kind that was built to be permanent. Two guards stepped forward from the booth on the side and saw the car and stepped back and the gate began to move immediately without Gerald needing to do anything. They knew the car. Raina noted that too. The car drove through and the gate closed behind them and Raina looked through the windshield at what was inside and for a moment even she couldn't stop her eyes from wide

The air inside the subterranean vault was thick with the suffocating stench of copper and sweat. Ethan held the lantern high, its flickering amber flame cutting through the pitch-black darkness to reveal the aftermath of our counter-strike. The mechanism of the trap had been triggered. A soldier clad in the dark leather of the Northern Guard had slumped lifelessly against the base of the marble pedestal. His eyes were wide with a glazed, frozen terror, his limbs completely locked in place by the silver-infused toxin of our trap. But as my eyes scanned the scene, a cold dread knotted in my stomach.

I didn't slow down. With a crushing, cataclysmic boom that sounded like an artillery strike, the reinforced steel bumper of my lead interceptor plowed dead center into the garrison's iron automated gate. The heavy metal panels sheared completely off their hydraulic tracks, buckling violently inward like paper before tearing away from the concrete pillars entirely.

It makes the fall harder. The iron gates of Brown-Forge Estate appear through the trees. The stones are a deep, dark crimson, cut from the mountain quarries nearby. They look like dried blood. Two guards stand at the checkpoint, their black tactical vests tight against their chests, their spears held loosely in their hands. I stop ten paces from the gate. The gravel beneath my feet is cold. The guard on the left blinks, his eyes widening as he recognizes my face. He drops the tip of his spear, a nasty, mocking sneer twisting his upper lip.