The Mimic Chapter 3 Code Door 2 Novels & Stories

I’m tempted to ask him how he knew our names, but on second thought, decide maybe that’s something I don’t want to know. We follow him back into the bar and once we’re inside, he leads us behind the bartending area. We step into what seems like a supply closet, and Joe pushes a silver shelf that looks like it weighs 3 times as much as I do to the side. There’s a door behind it with a code. Joe covers the door and punches something in. Then he looks up and a green laser beam flashes over his face. It’s like something from a spy movie. We hear a clicking noise, and the door pops open.

Closer this time. “Jamal… I am here.” The mimic let out a slow delighted breath. “She follows the thread. How lovely.” “Do not touch her,” I warned. “Touch her,” the mimic repeated. “I do not need to touch her. She is walking into the heart of this place on her own feet.” I tried to listen again. “Melissa. Answer me. Where are you.” The gate pulsed again with a deep red glow. Then I heard her footsteps.

The bodyguards have pushed Grant across the entire library, and now they’re knocking on the seemingly ordinary wall at the far end of the room. In the plastic-wrapped room, Epicurus crosses over to a door that looks like it belongs on the inside of a meat locker. He taps a seven-digit code on a numerical pad on the wall: 619382#. I make special note of the code – just in case. After a tiny beep, Epicurus twists the door’s metal handle. Back on the library security camera, a section of the wall – camouflaged with a shelf full of books – swings open, and the two bruisers wheel Grant into the plastic-wrapped room.

“I’m not a blind dog. I can see where I’m going.” He didn’t try to push me again. He took me farther into the room and down a few hallways until we entered a room with an enormous hatch in the floor. He went to a keypad and typed in a code. I managed to catch a glimpse. 34892 Easy enough to remember. The large door slid open, revealing a spiral stairwell that went deep underground. There were lights along the walls for illumination. Jesus, this place was nuclear-proof.

I placed both fingers together, sealing her lips before pulling them open. " Before I go, I need the passcode to the door. I can swiftly leave, but if I do so, I don't really know what would happen, I am sure Bernard has a line linked to this room, and I can't really let him know I was in here, so do it" " I don't know ..it isn't..." I squeezed my palm together watching as she wriggled in pain before she spat out. " 33222, that's it"

“What’s the code for?” “It’s a room in the oceanary. Head to the far left room, head down the stairs and when you reach the elevator, you punch in that code.” He says as he slowly makes his way to my door. Then he gave me one last look and said, “I hope that whatever you see in there will help you wake up from this dream of yours, princess.” and then he was gone.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

Only the hum of machinery remained. Isolde reached the bottom. A door waited. No velvet this time just cold metal. A keypad blinked beside it, already active. She didn’t need to guess the code. She still held the poker chip in her pocket, the one engraved with Stage 7. She pressed it to the sensor. Click. The door opened with a slow hydraulic hiss.

"Let them." The words vibrated against my skin. Instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, his body trapping mine against the wood of the door. His mouth brushed the sensitive hollow beneath my ear as he murmured: "Two-seven-two-four." I blinked, dazed. "What?" "My suite at the Grand," he said softly, teeth grazing my earlobe just enough to make me shiver. "That’s the code for the door." My breath caught. "Be there at eight." Some stubborn spark of defiance flared weakly inside me.

Dante reply and jogs towards some boys. Mike takes my hand and leads me towards a room. “What business do we have here?” “Just a few more seconds and you will know” He stops at a door and enters a code, the door open and we step in. I gasp quietly at what I saw. “A shooting range?”