Identity Fraud Morse Code Novels & Stories

, followed by a series of numbers, translated from the Sinhalese alphabet Hermosa had given him. 395687, a six-digit number, most likely the code to Davis's underground vault. Still, Sam did not advise Hermosa to try it alone. Sam also said that Randolph's impromptu decision to change the plan this time should have been a sign of something from the renegade informant. At one point, when Randolph was talking to the police officer, their conversation was being monitoring by the police. The Randolph's informant's voice was shaking unnaturally. Randolph hung up the phone without saying a word.

The list was endless. But then one stood out vividly from the rest and for some reason what Jerome said to him earlier rang in his head. In this particular section, there were no pictures only code names and a list of scenarios with the same phone numbers printed in front of it throughout the page with different codes. One was written as, ‘Need backup, or in danger dial number and say this code....otherwise they are watchdogs’. A deep frown creased his forehead as his mind ran through possibilities. “Watchdogs, huh?” he muttered under his breath, and save the number in this phone, using the alphabetical code to store it.

I trust you with this mission for my darling. That was what the message read. I took out my hands that had gone white in an instant from squeezing my fists hard. They had been planning this whole thing for months or probably years but something wasn't adding up here. Who was this mysterious person. “And where you able to trace the number of the sender?” I asked. Kris nodded but didn't seem enthusiastic about it. “Yes I did Mr De Luan but the name registered doesn't exist. A certain code of some sort. CodeCB. It's weird to have that word registered.” “Hmm, it is weird and very well suspicious.” Mr Yang said.

asked Benny “should we use a Ziion military code – do you think the Ziion Master could de-code it. What if the other ship can de-code it too” “All we can do is try it” said Bunny “SOS, malfunctioning ship, requesting permission to dock to repair.” add to the code: warning =A , Incoming Ship = C, possibly hostile = T , eta 2hours =2. Ryder prepared the code by misspelling the words to include the Ziion Milltary code in it. It now looked like “SOS, malaunctioning ship, requecting permtission to dock 2 repair.”

She groaned, rubbing on her forehead, sometimes her brother was too slow to catch on. “Yes. The names I brought for you to check out”. “Ohhhh right!” Steve echoed. “Have you found out what they mean?” He asked, curious. Not yet, but soon. “How did you say I could decode it again?” She asked. The line went silent for a while. “Steve?” “I’m with you sis”, he said quickly. “The numbers are binary, and the letters, Morso code”. Rose nodded. “Binary and morso code”, she muttered under her breath.

He looked up instantly staring at me. "What's your name? I'd tell the teacher to add you in it" he said. "Camila Smith" I mumbled, he paused staring at me before smiling. "I guess Chloe didn't know about this" I heard him mumble but I ignored it. What brought Chloe into this? But if they're to add me into a group, shouldn't they ask for my digits? "No, a teacher does that, she gets your digit from your file" he spoke up punching somethings on his phone. Ohh, I guess I asked loudly.

That wasn’t a building number, it was a code. Without wasting another second, she yanked her phone from her back pocket, hands trembling slightly as she opened her notes app and began typing the digits. Then she paused. Instead of treating it like an address, she typed the number as a passcode, a numerical keyword used in the encrypted map app she’d once used with her contact, back when things were still quiet. The moment she hit enter, a hidden address flashed onto her screen: “The Underpass, Old Dock Road, Sector 9.”

Then, she opened her mouth. “X-ray, Tango, Niner, Zero, Delta,” she said. Her voice was monotone, a perfect imitation of a radio transmission. “What?” I blinked, confused. “Luna, what are you saying? Speak to me in English, honey.” “Alpha, Sierra, Kilo. The perimeter is breached. Target identified,” she continued, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere over my shoulder. It wasn't Russian. It wasn't English. It was a…code! The high-level encryption I had stolen from Cyprian.

The message was brief and coded, but the recipient would understand perfectly. The message went to Marcus Night. "VIP identity confirmed. Extraction route: underground west exit. Proceeding with rescue operation." Several miles away, in the surveillance van where Marcus, Evan, Eric, and Henri were monitoring the situation, Marcus's encrypted phone buzzed. He read the message and felt a slow smile spread across his face. "Gentlemen," Marcus said, showing the message to his companions. "It's time for the world to see who the Mastermind really is." Evan leaned forward, reading the message. "The army doctor is one of ours?"

, he said. "I really appreciate all your efforts. So, what did you find?", Rita said. She was itching for information, anything at all that could help her unravel the mystery that seemed to be her life. "The message was sent from a burner phone that we traced from a pick'n'go shop downtown. The person who sold the phone her no idea who the buyer is", he said. "So that means, the identity of this person is still not known?", Rita asked. "I'm afraid yes but we're working on finding out who this person is", he said.