Hawkins National Laboratory Flashlight 소설 & 이야기

“This place creeps me the hell out.” Wolfgang tried his own. The world dissolved to useless haze. “They don’t work for shit.” “It’s the blue lights,” Pauly murmured, tracing a strip with his beam, fascinated despite himself. “Scrambles NV—wrong wavelength balance, overloads the tubes.” Jack’s jaw hardened. He kept his voice low. “Torches on. NVs are useless in here.” White cones lanced out, slicing a grid across slick corridors and glass-walled offices. The place looked more like a boutique biotech startup than a black lab—tasteful signage, frosted panels, brushed steel, ergonomic chairs sitting like patient insects.

“I want to show you something… Where’s your notebook?” Seeing it for himself on the little table, Christophe headed for it in one long stride, turned on the notebook, and prepared a USB flash drive next to it “Good! No password! Come and sit! We’ll probably still be sitting here at lunchtime tomorrow. You’re going to watch and inwardly digest every indescribably boring hour of this just as I had to…” “Christophe... W-what are you talking about?” she prompted, watching the images on the display.

Ethan leaned forward, his flash-light cutting a bright, clinical beam through the gloom as he examined the laser-etched serial number: [VESPER-MED-901]. He reached out with a gloved finger, touching the inner rim, his jaw locking tight as he felt the faint, sticky residue of the fresh silicone seal. "The safe house compound," Ethan rasped, his eyes snapping up to meet my obsidian stare. "The neural paralyzer that mimics a flatline. But this cap is fresh, Boss. It hasn't been out of a sterile casing for more than twelve hours."

Bima asked internally, looking at the twilight sky as it began to fade. [System Suggestion: Your solar-powered flashlight can produce a sharp flash of light if manually overcharged. This can disrupt the Stalker Zombies' vision (temporarily).] "Riska! My flashlight! Can you overcharge it?" Bima whispered, handing it over. Riska nodded, taking the flashlight. "I can, but it’ll destroy the device." "It’s fine! We need the time!" Bima urged. Riska skillfully opened the flashlight and began tinkering with the wires inside. A flash of white light began to flicker erratically.

I whispered. The screen flickered to life. Lines of code. Static. Then a message. AUTHORIZATION GRANTED: SUBJECT 034F – ISABELLA HAWKINGS “Why did it recognize you?” Elijah asked. “I’ve never even—” But I hesitated when the room spun. A projector flickered to life above casting a holographic message into the room. It wavered in place, clearly intended for just one person. “On top of the message was stamped: TO: VIVIANNE HAWKINGS – CLASSIFIED

“Cla called it a flashlight. She said we should use it if we need to go to the bathroom, but be careful not to shine it on people’s homes if we can help it.” Rain nodded. So it was sort of like a flashtube, but not nearly as powerful. It made sense that they wouldn’t want to use something as bright as the devices they had available in such a confined space, but she’d never heard of a flashlight before. Perhaps they’d never heard of a flashtube.

I teased, my voice barely audible as we climbed, the stairwell dim and cool. “We wouldn't,” he said, his eyes glinting in the low light. “But you’re enjoying this too much to rat me out.” I stifled a laugh, the tension easing as we reached the third floor, the design lab’s glass door just ahead. Inside, the lab was dark, the monitors off, the air heavy with the hum of sleeping machines. Nick pulled a small flashlight from his pocket, its beam cutting through the dark as we moved to the workstation Torres had flagged. I sat at the chair, the seat creaking softly, and powered on the computer, my fingers trembling as the screen flickered to life.

"It grants eternal youth and banishes wrinkles." Modern Vespera uncorked it and sniffed. "It smells like cucumber water." Fantasy Vespera winked. "It is cucumber water. But if you tell the peasants it is magic, they believe it. Perception is power, sister." Modern Vespera laughed. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sleek, black cylinder. "A trade," Modern Vespera said. "A solar-powered, military-grade LED flashlight. Never runs out of battery as long as there is a sun."

Lucas cried out when he watched Viper suddenly burst out of the lab at super speed and Elektris followed immediately after in a similar fashion. The Secretary of the US Department of Defense was just coming from a talk with the SKC Director and were both on their way to Dr. Heywood’s lab when they caught sight of the flashes of lightning that had suddenly appeared further ahead. “You wouldn't happen to be in the middle of a lab experiment, Director?” The trail of lightning flashes then started moving fast toward them, straight to where the Madam Secretary and the Director stood.