Transformer Rescue Bot High Tide Novels & Stories

of the island night. But as the waves crashed in the distance, Ethan’s "Neural-Link" (which he had forgotten to disable) pinged one last time. It was a "High-Frequency" alert from the "Sovereign" deep-web. "Target: Thomas Hawke. Status: Re-Indexed. Priority: Apex." The "Gilded Cage" wasn't finished with them. The "Human Error" had won the battle, but the "Master-Ledger" was already "Calculating" its next "System-Purge."

“My boyfriend, Xander—he’s the commander of the rescue squad. The strongest warrior in all of Silvermoon Tribe. He never fails a mission. Find him. He’ll save me.” “Xander? I know him!” Holly’s eyes lit up. “We’ll find him right away!” The two pups carefully leapt away, weaving around falling ice as they headed for safety. I watched them go, filled with a fragile hope. Xander… you’re amazing. You’ll find me in 24 hours. I know you will. I prayed. Then, light returned to the ice cave, warm and blinding. Through it, I saw a figure I knew by heart.

I steadied myself by leaning against the door frame and slowly crouching. The uncle said, "What's with the act? It was just one minor touch, and you're already falling?" Some clients heard the commotion and came walking out, but they hesitated when they saw what was happening, and they returned to safety in the office. Tania's voice was trembling. "The police will be here soon if you refuse to leave."

Kaden inquired, looking up at her. “The tide-hold is where they keep captives they don’t want to kill yet. It’s underground but built into the cliff face, and part of it floods at high tide. If we wait until the tide pulls back, we can slip in before it fills again,” “That gives us… maybe forty minutes before the water rises,” “Thirty-five if the moon pulls hard tonight,” She cocked her head. Kaden smirked a bit, despite the tension, “You always have to make it sound worse, don’t you?”

he promises and I don't know what he means, but I don't even care because I'm so happy I might pass out. ✨ T H E E N D ✨

I bit back a chuckle as I grabbed the orders from his sweaty palm. "See you at the training field, six in the morning sharp tomorrow." I put on my game face. "My trainees don't do late." His eyes sparkled, hope written all over his face. However, just when things were looking up, trouble hit. Deep into one night at the office, crunching flight data, my phone went berserk. An encrypted call. "Ms. Larson, we've got a code red." The voice was all business. "Everett's busted out."

Chapter 2 – This Table, I Claim Three days later. The wind on the breakwater was wilder than usual, carrying the salty spray straight into the small hut. “Bang!” The rickety wooden door of the lab was kicked open. Old Bill stumbled in, waving a cracked old phone with its screen spiderwebbed, almost smacking Lena Shore in the face. The noise was louder than a category ten typhoon. “Lena! Something’s happened! The sky is falling!”

I was so hesitant to answer but he motioned to me to answer it, and put it on a loudspeaker, so I did. "Hello," I asked. I looked at Andrei, and he's just waiting for the other line to answer. "Is this Mr. Kevin Valencia?" I was so shocked to know that someone knew me , without me knowing who are they. I never gave my phone number to someone I don't know. And I can't even recognize his voice, so i didn't know who is this person. "Yes, who is this?" "This is from Lacidem Medical Institute."