The Mimic Chapter 3 Code Door 2 Novels & Stories

I gripped the paper in my hand tighter, feeling it crinkle and fold beneath the pressure of my fingers. The hallway brought us to a metal door, with a locked mechanism that required a code. Torre typed it in with wobbling but well-practiced fingertips, and then the door swung open to reveal and entirely metal room, from the steel floor to the steel ceiling. The wall to the left was broken into sections, and without hesitation Torre strutted over to the lowest section and yanked it open.

He wanted to snatch that puney punk of a man right out of his shoes, but he knew that now was not the time, so he just kept walking and sared straight ahead as he went. When they reached the hospital, Mister put the security code into the keypad by the main doors. The keypad made a buzzing sound and the door popped open for them to go inside. Mister reached up and pulled the door open and then he fake smiled at Robert and motioned for Robert to go first.

I say softly and they all scatter quickly. I mind link Ximena. “How do I open the door and nothing else?” She replies instantly. “Press the button with a lock, go to options and select front door. Go to options again and select the timer, the door will close in your entered timeframe. The code is four, seven, five, five, two. Good luck Adriana.” “Thank you.”

“Do you have somewhere in the house that is private?” “Mack, I think you came to the right place.” Haven laughed, and she looked at him with a smile. She took his hand and started walking to the back of the house. When he walked into the furthest room in the house, he thought something was slightly off about the room, but he couldn’t figure it out. When she walked to the sidewall, though, she moved the book on the bookshelf, and soon there was a door that was open, and she was pulling it open.

Resipicius was gone. The Door remained for a second longer, pulsing once, as if swallowing its guest. Then, it collapsed in on itself, vanishing as if it had never been there. The hut was empty. The silence broke as the wind outside resumed its howling. The fire crackled back to life, casting shadows on the mud wall that was once again solid, unbroken, and silent.

Then he saw Celine smiled after looking at the small lamp and waved her hand. She looked like she won a lottery when the number keypad was projected in his desk. She tried to key in his birthdate: Access Denied. Her birthdate? Access Denied. Shit! She weighed the pros and cons after 3 failed attempts. If this was a bank, she would most probably suffocated, or get killed by gatling guns. Or police would be alerted. Damn it. Think. Think. Think. What could Daniel possibly use as a passcode? 05-10-15

"Three symbols light up at a time." I watch as the pattern repeats, and sure enough, each set of three symbols pulses together. It's like a code, and I just need to figure out how to crack it. Taking a chance, I reach out and touch the third highest symbol. To my delight, its slides out into a handhold. I nearly jump from excitement. "Nice job." Alec squeezes my shoulder. For a moment, I get distracted by his touch, and I have to shake some sense into myself.

The blue glare reflects in my glasses. "It’s a trapdoor. He’s hiding the real data underneath a dummy partition. Give me sixty seconds to spoof the handshake protocol." "You spoof that wrong, we’re burned." "I don't miss," I tell her, my voice low and steady. My fingers blur across the keys. The code serenades me, that familiar, rhythmic hum taking over my senses. I build a digital mirror, feeding Scott’s defense algorithm a fake set of credentials while I slip the backdoor open.

After the last number was entered, I held my breath. The screen turned red. I had the wrong code. It wasn’t about Daniel. But, what if it was the date of his death? I touched the door handle again and pressed the code 1408. A few seconds felt like forever before I heard a “click.” The small screen turned green, and the door opened slowly. Damn! This is crazy! I pulled the map from my pocket and stepped out of the room. The door creaked softly as I opened it slightly. I held my breath, trying to listen for footsteps or anyone guarding the area. Safe. And I moved to open the next room, quietly but surely.

"Tabitha, the exit procedure is ready. Confirm departure?" "Confirm." The moment she replied, a blinding white light appeared before her, forming a corridor. A sudden gust of wind whipped through the area, shaking the banyan tree and scattering its leaves into the air. Without hesitation, she stepped forward. Farewell, Kieran and David.