Steins Gate Watch Order Novels & Stories

Six men were sitting outside the warehouse, smoking and playing cards. Radon walked over to the nearby bar and ordered for a whiskey. He connected his ear pod. "I'm there, what's up?" He muttered as he sip his drink. "There's a gate on your left side" Harden said from the ear pod. Radon turned to his left and immediately sighted the gate. "Yes" he said. "In the next one minute , a van is going to appear at the gate and the gate will open. The count starts now" Harden said. In a minute, the said van came up and the guards at the gate opened the gate.

she said coldly. She checked the diamond-encrusted watch on her wrist. Twenty-five minutes had passed. She took a deep, steadying breath, her shoulders dropping, her face instantly smoothing back into the soft, fragile expression of the submissive daughter. She clasped her hands meekly in front of her dress. "The watchdog is waiting," Isabella whispered, her voice returning to that fragile, soft melody. "Let's not make the Ghost suspicious." In the garage, Dante was watching the countdown on his screen when the security door clicked open exactly at the twenty-nine-minute mark.

The farther we drove, the less familiar the surroundings became. Bethany suddenly pointed toward something up ahead. “There,” she said. I followed her gaze and saw a towering black gate, framed by thick trees on either side. It was old but sturdy, the kind of structure that promised secrecy. I slowed the car to a stop in front of it. Without hesitation, Bethany stepped out and approached a small security stand with a camera mounted on top. She leaned in, allowing the camera to scan her face. A moment later, the heavy metal gate slid open with a deep, mechanical groan.

Minutes passed by, the wrist watch Jaden wore beeped. “It’s 2:30 am. 30 minutes before Lord Perry goes on his inspections” “Let’s go” I conceded as I stood in a hurry getting into the car. Jaden drove like a maniac, hoping that he would arrive on time. We stopped at the gate, “We’ve got 10 minutes left” The gate was locked, I remembered some lessons I learnt from Ride, the King of locks. I quietly opened the gates without alerting the attention of the guards on duty who were already fast asleep.

"The garden cameras were bypassed on a thirty-second delay loop. It was a professional blind spot." "Check the gate logs," Tate roared, his wolf, Storm, claws-out and tearing at his consciousness. Storm could feel the sudden, unnatural void where his children's proximity should be, a violent pull in his bloodline instincts. "They didn't leave the perimeter. The barrier is tight. Search the internal entry cards!" Beta Jonathan Hayes came skidding into the room, holding a tracking tablet. "Reyes! Look at the master log for the ground-floor utility doors. A card was swiped at the east residential entrance at two thirty-six."

I pulled the master control tablet toward me, tapping the screen to bring up the perimeter blueprint. "The eastern gate runs on an automated hydraulic system," I explained, pointing to the glowing red lines on the digital map. "At 5:00 AM, the night shift guards pack up their gear and march back to the central barracks on the west side of the property. The morning shift doesn't arrive at the eastern gatehouse until 5:04 AM. That four-minute gap is the blind spot." "And that’s when the black sedan will send its people through?" she asked, her eyes scanning the red lines.

Especially recent ones. I took a peep from her window, she was nowhere in sight. I quickly but silently went to the keypad and let my watch scan the number buttons. It flashed blue rays on four different buttons. Four numbers. Her passcode. Now I just had to know which number came first. I registered the numbers on the watch and after loading in seconds, it arranged them in their numerical order. I typed them in and her door clicked open. Bull’s eye! This watch had cost a fortune and it finally paid off , I did not regret the millions I spent on it.

He was with her and I don’t understand why he would hurt her. He didn’t say anything, but just said she killed our mate. By the time I am getting to the gates of Moonstone, it’s already 5 am. Royale Monarch Wrought-Iron Gate with a guardhouse. It looks like they have been investing too much in security and for someone who is claiming to have financial problems, this is too much. “State your name and business,” one of the guards who is guarding the gate shouts. “Connor Reed. Beta to—“

He was just following orders. But true to these words, in exactly 60 seconds, we arrived at a back gate. The iron gate was similar to the second gate at the other side of their pack. They were both covered in grass and it had a distinct writing of the name and region of their pack. When Chris got to the gate, he grabbed a black remote from the console and pressed it. The gate parted open. But what caught my attention was the needle-like iron that entered the ground before we passed through and I watched it grow back up from the side window.

I asked. He scanned the remaining feeds. “Not all of them. But…” He paused, squinting at one of the side monitors. “Wait. Look.” He leaned closer. I followed his gaze. The screen showed the west entrance—where the staff vehicles were parked. Two black SUVs idled there, engines running, headlights off. A third figure stood near the back, and the phone pressed to his ear. My breath caught. “Zoom in,” I whispered. Cole adjusted the controls. The image sharpened. The man turned slightly—and I recognized the expensive watch on his wrist. The one I’d given my father for his birthday two years ago.