Novel & Cerita The Mimic Chapter 3 Code Door 2

The green fog was lower now, hanging like a thick curtain from the ceiling. I reached the door and hammered on it. It was locked. "Elle! Can you hear me?" From inside, I heard a faint, tiny cough. "Mommy? It’s dark. I can't breathe." "I'm coming, baby! Stay low!" I looked at the lock. It was a physical keypad, not a digital one. I couldn't hack it. I looked back at the man in the suit. He was crawling toward the gun. "The code!" I screamed at him. "Give me the code for the door!"

Jay bowed his head and let her run her own half mutilated fingers over his fur before she retracted her hand like it stung. Mj watched the emotion melt in waves over this young woman and her heart broke as she turned away and began moving through the large area, “we need a code for the door,” she began and pointed toward a set of large, wall size double doors at the other end and Jay’s wolf chuffed a few times before he hunkered down on all fours and began galloping toward them. The large werewolf slammed his shoulder and head into the electric keypad, causing it to spark and smoke.

I puzzled over the numbers and their meaning, trying a random code first and getting the screen to flash red and show two attempts left. Fuck… I wonder what happens if I fail. I thought as I stared at the numbers again. Now, what do I know of my captor… Nah, he can’t be that childish. I typed in eight, zero, zero, eight, one, three, and five and watched the screen turn green and display controls for the house. My Goddess; I’m fated to a moron. I could see controls for various doors around the space, as well as a com system for the front door and a camera displaying the street.

And somewhere deep within reality… A locked door opened. 🚪 Something ancient had finally heard the truth. 👁️ 🖤 End of Chapter 24 To Be Continued…

“There’s a camera just right above me, staring right at you. You don’t want Radimr knowing that you haven’t learned your lessons, do you?” After much hesitation. She shakes her head ‘no’. “Good. Down the hallway, to the right of the dinning area, you’ll find a huge double-doored room, the library. Push open the door, head for the shelf stacked with CD-plates—top shelf to the right, take out a few of the plates and you’ll find a tiny box, like a safe.” Mariana’s brows furrow, her lips parted in confusion. I continue. “Punch in the code 77777. A secret door will activate. Walk into the room and input the same code to deactivate the door. The room is comfortable, large, and has everything you’l

He pressed a button, and the heavy steel door at the end of the hall slid open. “Third room on the left,” he said flatly. I walked through, the sound of my boots echoing against the sterile white walls. The air smelled faintly of bleach and metal, clinical and unwelcoming. Each step brought me closer to Brandon and Felicity, but the knot in my stomach only tightened. Would she hate me? Blame me for dragging her into this nightmare? I stopped outside the third door, staring at the keypad. My fingers hovered over the numbers for a moment before I punched in the code. The lock clicked, and the door swung open.

she screamed. She grabbed her note. “Of course! The word ‘code’ was put in here. I thought it was meaningless, but it’s the password instead! Now all I have to do is using the word ‘code’ as the key to shift the letter to the right, according to the numbers written.” She wrote the code once again on the paper: C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15

The staff quarters were quieter than the main packhouse. I moved carefully, staying quiet. Up ahead, I saw Mira stop at a door near the end of the hall. It wasn't her room, this one belonged to someone else. She knocked three times. A specific pattern, like a code. The door opened just a crack. Mira glanced around one more time, then slipped inside. The door clicked shut behind her. I stood frozen in the hallway, wondering who she was meeting and why all the secrecy.

Mia followed Veronica through the maze, trying her best to keep track of the twists and turns this time so that she didn’t get lost on her way back to her assigned area. Eventually, they reached a door with a touchpad next to it where she would enter a code. “This is your office. Your code has already been created for you. I’ll show you how to change it some other time, but for now, it’s 8236.” Veronica punched it in, and the door beeped, glowed green, and she was able to turn the knob.

Surely, he has to agree to open the door. “3-6-7-1.” I look at him, realising it is the code for the door. I’m now looking at the keypad. Do I really want to do this? I begin typing it in and open the door. As I do, the lights instantly come on but are tinted red, making the room glow.