Agent 00 Novels & Stories

Of course, off to duty Shazia I smiled exiting the room, this is what my life is this is what I do, this is what I am. An agent of ISI Shazia khan "Shazia" I stopped in my tracks at the familiar voice

I warned. Most of my stuff has a hidden fingerprint scanner and explodes after three seconds if someone touches it, just like the ballpoint pen on the floor right now. He stood straight and gave me a cold stare. He looked me over from head to toe before putting his hand in his pocket. "Are you an agent?" he asked. I couldn't stop laughing because of his question. I licked my lower lip and walked near him without breaking my gaze. "Kinda," I answered. Agent of our own orgánosi.

The camera swung toward the hall as distant footsteps approached. A tall agent appeared, calm, deliberate, and unyielding. Her voice cut through the chaos. “Drop the device.” “No!” Kai shouted, backing away. “People need to see this! They’re hiding everything!” The agent moved with methodical precision. Kai ran, the camera bouncing with every step. Then, the hallway filled with a new presence. Project Zero arrived. It was no longer just rumors. This was something else — enormous, unstoppable, and incomprehensibly strong.

he asked, showing his ignorance. “Can I trust you?” she asked, a serious look on her face. Enzo braced up, getting the hit that she wanted to say something really serious. “Ya,” he replied. “Say whatever you wanna say, I wouldn't tell.” he encouraged her and she broke a sigh. She looked at his face and sighed again before breathing out. “I'm an agent. I work for the institution. The institution is a secret underground spy agency with no government affiliations.” she explained, keeping it short.

I can feel my bristles rising up my neck as more and more of these strange, silent soldiers in suits fill my house. The main jackass goes over to the liquor cabinet and peruses the selection before pouring himself a glass. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Agent Carter. All you need to know is that I work for a government agency with the goal of keeping the world spinning for another day". I snarl at him. "Is Carter your first or last name?". The corner of his lips curves as if this entire thing is fascinating. "Just my name". After taking a slow swig of his drink, he stares at me while we wait for others to enter the room. Once Liam and Arthur are in the room, I feel much more at ea

My lower lip trembled and threatened another breakdown. I tried keeping it together until I showered. I didn’t know if some of the water that went down the drain was tears, but I did not break down in the bathroom. As I dried my hair, however, the silence of the house was broken by the landline’s loud ring. Matt? I picked it up, thinking it was Matt. “Matt?” [Agent 067 codename Hawk, is that you?] My world seemed to have stopped. My tongue got caught in my teeth and I could not find the voice to answer. It was a male voice. When I remained quiet, he asked again. This time, I answered.

At the Underground Agents Company, Agent Zero was typing on her laptop when her door opened. “This is our latest mission, as the boss said,” Agent One approached. “May I see?” Agent Zero asked seriously to her fellow agents. “Mr. Don Emilio Gayag is a drug dealer and syndicate. He has a daughter named Aiya Gayag,” Agent One mentioned. Lixue looked up and read the folder her colleague was holding. “Gayag? Is the boss still in the office?” Agent Zero asked. “He’s not in his office because he’s going upstairs,” Agent One replied.

"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown

“The least I could do is be a little grateful.” Selena shook her head again but didn’t say anything. Government missions were always high-risk jobs, but as Abhay had pointed out, they pay a hefty sum for it. Like retrieving all data stored inside the computer of a multinational company that the government suspected of dealing in illegal arms trade. That was the extent of their assignment. When it came to protecting big names, it was Julian’s territory. Turner Security Agency provided security to celebrities and high-ranking officers in Canada. Selena and Abhay occasionally helped the police and government officials solve cases but that wasn’t their main focus right now.