The Night Operator Novels & Stories

he argued. After all, Amy had reminded him to always be careful. One day, he would become the man of the house, and he would have to protect his family. Aiden looked at Night with admiration for his logical argument and agreed, “You have a point.” He then instructed Nolan to hand Night his business card. “Can you read it?” he asked. Night was slightly annoyed, and he replied, “Who do you think I am? I know lots of words!” He took the card and read the words aloud, “CEO of Lewis Corporation, Aiden Lewis.”

Desperate times call for desperate measures, he supposed. “Looks like it, sir, but we’ll have to see the hard way. I doubt they are afraid to come out in the full light.” “Why did they come out at all?” “Perhaps they have better eyes at night, but I don’t know. I’m just guessing.” August looked outside again, hungry to find something to report on. “If I had to speculate, I’d say the man Drust encouraged them.” Malitus fell quiet then said, “Wonderful.”

He said breathing heavily. “Oh, you must be Gavin. Please come with me.” The nurse said and he trailed behind her. They got to the entrance of the operating room and the nurse ordered him to wait while she went in. Gavin was restless, he was so worried. The nurse came back immediately with a doctor. “Mr. Gavin.” The doctor said as he took off his facemask. “Yes?”

The elderly woman walked towards her and handed her a plate with some slices of watermelon in it. “This is much more delicious if eaten cold. Have some,” For some reason, Mrs. Dolor seemed to be always avoiding a talk about her boss's personal life. Why did she even bother to ask? Night had no obligation to introduce himself unless he demanded to be compensated for saving her. Anyway, even though he won't ask her that, she'd still do her best to return the favor. STANDING behind the closed door, Minah glanced at Night's bedroom which was situated right across from hers. It had been four weeks since she last saw him. According to Patricia, Night flew outside of the country to attend to someth

"A crib? Damn, Wraith. You got a little NPC on the way?" "Real baby," Ren corrected. "And yeah. So let's make some money. What's the board look like?" They looked down at the tactical table. The "Game Master"—the AI simply known as Admin—flashed a new mission dossier onto the surface. CONTRACT: OPERATION SILENT NIGHT TARGET: Judge Marcus Kael (Alias: The Executioner). LOCATION: Sector 1 Maglev Station. PAYOUT: 8,000 Credits (Split 3 ways). BONUS: 2,000 Credits for "Accidental Death" classification.

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

“This isn’t presence politics. This feels like bait.” “It is,” I agreed. “Which is why you can’t.” His eyes were dark, furious, afraid. “If this goes wrong,” “If this goes wrong,” I said quietly, “they needed proof I could bleed.” I pulled free before he could argue again. Node Seven smelled like dust and ozone, old circuitry, human hands, imperfection baked into every surface. The operators looked exhausted, not panicked. That worried me more. Silas leaned against a console, arms crossed, expression grave. “It’s not a malfunction.”

she chortles, throwing my coat towards me before dragging me behind as we all leave the apartment in haste. It takes less than fifteen minutes given Isaac’s driving style to reach the office despite the heavy flow of traffic. When we arrive at the intimidating black-steel building its appearance catches me off guard; almost as if it were a monument, the sun glistening against the uncountable glass windows causing a dazzling effect. My attention fixates on the overhanging sign located at the top of the structure. It’s bright white lettering boldly telling those around that this is where “Night Inc” can be found, breath-taking against its less luxurious neighbours.

The cameras showed nothing unusual — just him sitting calmly, waiting. One night in late October, the power flickered during a storm. For eleven minutes, the entire east wing went dark. Backup generators should have kicked in immediately, but they didn’t. When the lights finally returned, I found Patient 47 standing outside his room in the corridor. The electronic lock on his door was somehow disengaged. He was wearing my spare uniform jacket over his gown. He looked at me with genuine pity. “You’ve been working too hard, my friend. Let me take over for a while. You need rest.”

“Seven nights,” Kai Lennox said, voice low and rough as he flipped the last lock on the service door at 11:47 p.m. sharp. The rooftop bar was theirs alone again—lights dimmed to a sultry amber glow, rain sheeting down the glass walls in silver curtains, the city sprawled out far below like a glittering sea of neon and steel. “One full week of you showing up like clockwork, fucking me stupid, and leaving me sore for my entire shift the next day. You keeping score, Vale, or did you just forget how to stay away?”