Romans & histoires The Voice On The Radio

James was the exception, so if I couldn’t ride with him, I’d just go solo tonight. “Officer Holden?” a voice cracked over the radio. I grabbed the receiver and replied. “Officer Holden here.” “We’ve got a call about some teenagers down by the river. The lady across the river road called it in.” “10-4, I’ll roll over and check it out.” “Roger. Showing you as in route. Out.”

I turned the radio on as loud as it can so that it can cover our conversations just in case someone is listening to us. “Pack your things because we will leave,” I said. She is looking at me and I know there’s a lot of questions in her mind with the Unchained melody from Righteous Brothers, A serene and romantic song playing on the radio opposite of what I feel right now because my heart and mind is in chaos and I feel like I will explode anytime if I will not stop this. She looked at me. I wondered and asked, “What’s going on?”

Michael noticed and followed along closely behind me, his focus solely on the radio. There was a microphone in front of it, and the light on the box was blinking red. “Someone wants to talk to you,” Michael said quietly. “What do I do?” “Here," he flipped a switch, and the light turned a steady green color. Immediately, a crystal-clear voice came through. “Dr. Melendez?” a heavily accented voice asked. “Dr. Melendez, come in.” “Hold down this button to talk, and when you’re done, let go so he can answer back,” Michael guided me.

I wished I could be more like her. Once everyone returned, the door was securely shut with a loud thud. The atmosphere grew even more tense as people spoke in hushed voices. Someone turned on a radio, and the announcer's voice filled the room. There was a live broadcast from the war. We remained quiet, listening intently.

the old man muttered. He reached out a calloused hand and flipped a heavy black toggle switch on the side of the metal console. The static erupted into a louder, rushing sound—a white noise like the crashing of an open sea—and then a voice cut cleanly through the feedback. It was a man's voice. It was clear, perfectly modulated, calm, and entirely familiar. "Anya," the radio speaker said. I stood up from the bunk, my boots feeling heavy and solid against the floorboards as I walked toward the console. I stared down at the little perforated metal speaker cage. "Ethan," I said.

6:19 AM — Residential Row, Sector A A radio crackled from an open window, the kind powered by crank and habit. Someone tuned it by feel. “Good morning, city still standing,” the announcer said, voice warm with grainy fatigue. “You’ve made it to Thursday. We’re playing requests from the districts—songs that came back with the light.” Elira walked past slowly, warmth of tea in a tin bottle. An old man swept his stoop, pausing only to nod as the chords of a bamboo flute played.

"It came through an interrupted radio transmission. Origin: Base K1." Hayley immediately thought of Liam. Last time, he had asked her about radio frequencies. He really did reach out. "Ms. Reid, I have automatically replied to you. Shall I read it?" "Read it." Hayz snapped its virtual fingers, and a voice recording played through the speakers. Then, Hayley heard a conversation between a human and an AI persona. "Is this Hayley? If so, respond on this frequency. I'm Liam. I need to talk to you."

The realization sent a chill through Damon. Because very few things frightened Luca. Almost nothing. Yet Ares clearly did. Then the radio crackled. Once. Twice. Everyone froze. The signal shouldn't have existed. Not on this frequency. Not this far from the island. The crackling continued. Then a voice emerged. Deep. Calm. Familiar. Far too familiar. Luca went completely still. No. No. No. The voice spoke again. "Luca." Silence. Every muscle in Luca's body locked.

Then he lifted the radio to his mouth and spoke in a low, clear voice that carried through the quiet night. “I found them.”

“Where are we, this isn't the…” I heard the radio go static and then a voice came from the other side, “Do you have her?” My heart started to pound out of my chest, is this what I think it is? Again?