Who Is Responsible For Responding To An Activated Door Alarm Novels & Stories

Using this confusion to my advantage, I moved around quickly, rendering them unconscious with my swift moves. ‘Beep! Beep! The shrill sound was followed by a high-pitched ring, and the glass doors slid shut. F***! How did the alarms get activated? I had made sure that none of them could press any button. The beeping red light caught my attention. The voice sensors must have gotten activated when they shouted in fear. My gaze drifted from the locked door to the screens. It would probably take the guards a couple of minutes to reach here. I had to look through as much footage as possible before they arrived.

I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. He swallowed hard. "There was a trigger alarm last night around two AM. Someone or something—attempted to breach the security perimeter. We have protocols in place for exactly this scenario. The guards responded immediately, and we were able to intervene before anyone reached your mother's room." "Before anyone reached her room," I repeated slowly, each word dripping with menace. "You're telling me someone got close enough to trigger alarms, and you think that's acceptable?" "Mr. Moretti, I assure you—"

I had to keep him out. “Do you think the guys know?” Ruby asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “They’ll know,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “The system will have alerted them the second he tried to get in.” As if on cue, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Thomas. I swiped to answer it, pressing the phone to my ear, my hand trembling. “We see him,” Thomas said, his voice tight but calm, “He triggered the door locks when he got in. The police are on their way. Stay in the room, Lydia, don’t come out for anything.”

he said firmly. “Who are you?” I demanded. “I’m the head of security. Mr. Miller just instructed me to follow your orders.” I gave a short nod and followed him toward the elevator, Arc right beside me. “Activate the fire alarm,” I said as the lift doors closed. “Yes, sir,” he replied into his walkie-talkie, relaying the command. The elevator began to rise. The red numbers blinked upward, but all I could see was Alina—unconscious, alone—somewhere above me.

The plan had its pieces. At three-forty, the alarm detonated through the facility. Not a localized response. A facility-wide activation, built to reach every space simultaneously, every speaker, every corridor, every monitored room at once. In the medical wing it arrived as a physical thing, a sustained tone that moved through the walls rather than simply through the air, and Sierra was at the interior window before the first cycle finished. In the outer corridor two nurses had stopped moving entirely. The entrance guard had his radio pressed against his jaw and his body oriented toward the upper floors with the focused urgency of someone receiving information that had just reclassified ever

With a soft click, he unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door. As soon as he stepped into the marble hallway a shrill beep sounded loudly, echoing off the granite stone. He crossed to a white speaker set to the side into the wall and spoke clearly. “James Olympia.” Immediately the beeping stopped; the alarm system was effec- tively deactivated. “And you’ve been added to the security system,” she observed.

He knew they needed guidance and direction. “Well, Jon, what do we have?” They heard the sounds of several booted feet hurriedly entering the packhouse and Rob knew it was his enforcers responding to the alarm. Their boots echoed offer the hardwood floors as they progressed quickly to the basement and armoury. Every one of them was off duty until the alarms went off. Now his loyal pack enforcers were responding to the alarm to protect their people and their homes. “There’s four alarms triggered right now. It can’t be an accidental trigger. Whoever is attacking is coming from four different directions. Gate One isn’t responding. I’m trying Gate Two now.”

He’s like those old men on movies that shouts at kids for getting on his lawn, but he can’t be any older than mid-thirties. It doesn’t take long for us to get to a small room with a computer. “I figured someone would come, so I got it booted up for you already,” he announces, surprising me. Once he gets the video on, he presses play. “Motion detector on that side of the lawn caught movement and sent an alert. Didn’t see it until it was too late, and the fire department was already called, but here.” He moves out of the way, pressing play and giving me space.

The intensity in his expression startled her slightly. Alexander exhaled slowly before softer words followed. “The people doing this are responsible. Not you.” Tears slipped down her cheeks again. “But they’re hurting everyone around me now…” And honestly? That terrified him too. Because she was right. The situation was escalating. Fast. Too fast. Then suddenly— The security alarms outside the property activated loudly. Everyone froze instantly. Lucas looked toward the security monitor immediately. “What the hell—” The camera feed flashed onto the screen. And outside the private gates—

Aldus snapped back to his senses and pressed down on the gas once more. The Hummer's engines continued to roar as the car made its way toward the house. Meanwhile, the security guards immediately jumped into action. "Activate the S-tier security alert!" The S-tier security alert was the highest level of action for security within the Emerson Residence. All of the guards would be permitted to use their weapons after receiving the alert. Any deaths caused as a result of maintaining the security would be handled by the Emerson family as well. A single gunshot soon rang out across the Emerson Residence's front yard.