Walkie Talkies In Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Now. “Mam,” I heard a voice crackle through the air, pulling me from my thoughts. I froze, heart hammering in my chest. I looked around in confusion before my eyes landed on the walkie-talkie next to the crib, the device seemingly out of place but ominously present. “Mam, are you there?” the voice repeated, more urgent this time. I hesitated, my breath shallow. My hand instinctively reached for the walkie-talkie, my fingers trembling as I gripped the cold plastic.

Or five. "Okay, out with you all. Go, have your girl fun time. I brought my radio in case I hear your codename on the walkie." She pulls out a huge, black walkie-talkie so large it takes up her whole hand. Katy narrows her eyes in our direction. "What do you mean our codename?"

' Ignoring dad, I continued. 'Phone, now,' he sharply handed me his phone, the communicator that was in his ear and wristwatch. 'What is this for?' I asked Carswell. 'We use it to keep in contact, so we won't have to use a phone. The ear communicators act like earphones, just in case someone is to be around the corner. The wristwatches are linked to our minds, it brings out our wanted thoughts and whisper it to our ears so we won't use words either. That way, no voice record can be dated.' Carswell explained. I nodded, he's so cute!

The other three nodded, following their Alpha as searched for yet another entrance to the underground. “Alpha 1, come in. Please report your location, over.” The walkie-talkie given to Max by the special ops team sounded. It seemed like outdated technology, but in an environment so tech orientated, older equipment tended to fare better and Max was more than willing to take a few steps back in time to save Star. “Alpha 1, exiting the basement, over.” Max led the team up the stairs, hoping one of the other teams had something concrete for him.

I said, kicking some of the beach sand in the air. “112, come in,” “Come in, 112,” we heard a walkie-talkie from the man. Steven and I stared at each other, and it was a literal miracle, one rather very timely. Steven traced the walkie-talkie to the man's waist, buried beneath his belt. We maintained a stare at each other, as Steven cleared his throat. “112, come in,” the caller said again. Steven and I were both dead silent and neither of us could imitate the voice of the dead man and the last thing we wanted was to blow our cover.

"It reboots in... three minutes." I looked at the mercenaries. They were relaxed, smoking, talking. They thought we were neutralized. "I don't have a phone," I whispered. "They took it." Damian reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small, flat object. It wasn't a phone. It was a calculator. A simple, solar calculator. He tapped the buttons. "This isn't just a calculator. It's a backup transmitter. A prototype. Short range. Analog frequency." He handed it to me. "When the jammer goes down, you press 'equals' three times. It sends a distress burst on the old civil defense band. Anyone listening – Coast Guard, local police – will pick it up."

“I’m like you. It’s going to be hard to wait, but we’ll find the strength. And then we’ll take the Huntsman down.” “We will have to come up with a way that you can communicate back to us if anything goes wrong. It’s one thing to have you spying, but if something goes wrong and we don’t know it . . .” She wiggled her body, sending pixie dust sprinkling all over me. The next thing I knew, I was holding something in my hand. I held it up where I could see, and it was a little gold earpiece. “What’s this?” I asked.

"I already had Aurora to notify the security that if there is any funny business, then they get kicked out. And they have also been moved to the back just in case." "Thanks." Kristoff nodded, although he would have rather his mother staying home, if she was going to bring her husband along. "Do you know if everything is all set?" "Would you stop worrying, Kris? We have walkie talkies for a reason. If things were to go haywire, we would know. They are just waiting for us to finish up. Now go put your shoes on." Kristoff looked down at his feet and laughed. "Meet you at the back door?"