Agent 00 Novels & Stories

The nation has still been mending the wounds of the result of the alien invasion. The term was tame if truth be told because what has happened was more than that alone. It was a ruthless conquest! Pure and simple. "My agent, her name is Dana Acosta, has something important to tell us." Roger replied as if in deep thought as he too put aside his cup of coffee for a moment. The two looked at each other's eyes and one need not be a psychic to guess the outcome of this talk.

Nerves were eating me up inside. "Alright. Take the elevator to the 10th floor and ask for Adrian Kings". She pointed out the elevator. "Thank you". I smiled. "You're welcome". She returned my smile. I walked towards the elevator and hit the button for the 10th floor once in. The elevator dinged before opening at the 10th floor. I stepped out and saw a door in front of me. Opening it, I saw employees at their different desks working. They all looked so serious and focused on their job that they didn't even notice me. I scanned their faces for a less serious one then I found him.

Ben must have been during his prime years. Mr. Ben, now done laughing, heaved a sigh and stated to the two junior spies, “Well, you can still call me ‘Agent 09’ when we are inside the ISO headquarters but please try your hardest to refrain from calling me that when we are here and out in the open. For the instances that we are in this kind of places, call me Mr. Ben.” He reminded the two young spies who nodded in return as they took a mental note of what the retired veteran had said. He smiled at them and ushered them back, considering that the topic and agenda of their talk is already done and solved. “Let’s go back inside, I’m sure the others are probably looking for us by now.” He said an

"Sir, I got information about a gun shipment that's going to go down this week. But I don't think my recruits are ready for the bust..." Her boss couldn't help but smile at her, every time she comes to his office with a breakthrough for her cases. She has always been a smart agent, that's one of the reasons he kept her on his team. She's very dedicated to her job and her deducing detective skill are above her peers. "See Karla, this is what I like about you..." She sighed on the inside when he started calling her by her first name, knowing he was going to lecture her again and it'll be one of those long Monday private briefings.

Inis na sabi ni agent 00069. "Ako din naman. Pinigilan ko lang din." Sabat ni agent 00090. "I wanna see him." Seryosong sabi ko. "Sure ka?" Paninigurado ni agent 00017. Tumango ako. "Ngayon." "Pa'no yung alaga mo?" Tanong ni agent 00090. "Hinihintay ka pa naman niya sa kwarto mo." Dagdag niya na may ngisi sa labi. Tumawa sila kaya inirapan ko sila at umayos ng tayo.

"How do you know this?" "Don't worry about that. I have my methods. But don't move on them yet. Get solid evidence first." Finley quickly replied, "I understand. May I ask who you are?" "I'm Agent 001." Finley froze. He'd heard that code name before. It was 001's legendary work that had inspired him to join the force. Word was, 001 came and went like a ghost, and that he was some old man in his 50s or 60s.

I was dressed head to toe in couture, flanked by two bodyguards, and I walked straight toward the conference room without breaking stride. As I passed Jasper, he reached out and caught my hand, his voice barely holding together. "Te... Tessa." I turned and smiled, letting it reach my eyes. "Hello, Mr. Wynn. My name is Diana." My bodyguards pulled him aside before he could say another word. I took the seat at the head of the conference table, and Jasper eventually sank into the chair across from me, looking as though the ground had caved in from under him. He stared at me for the entire meeting without looking away once, as if he could see through me if he tried hard enough. Even after the me

He repeated his words and I tensed as I realised that he had called me agent. "What do you mean?" I asked softly. "I can make my own way. I don't need your help to reach Etherea." He clipped out. "I can't. I am under orders to bring you back with me." "I don't care." He said. "Well, I do. Your uncle was most insistent!" I exclaimed. "It's my job, believe it or not, that I am an agent and I follow my orders." I snapped and looked at him intently. His lips stretched into a chilling smile and he stared back.

He wanted to feel like a person again, rather than a robot doing someone else's bidding. The door opened and a nurse entered with a smile. "Agent 001, you have a visitor. She is like a Princess of the Empire. Be nice to her, okay?" "Yes, ma'am," he mumbled. He followed the nurse to the guest area, his gait still slightly uneven, though they were working to perfect his motor skills. In the luxury lounge, a woman dressed in Chanel from head to toe sat with her arms and legs crossed. He saluted. She stood up and scanned him.

Oswald said, “Congratulations Willy you're now agent 02!” Oswald smiled and added, “I am agent 01 by the way, as you may have already guessed; I will be your superior for the time being.” “Are there any more agents besides us?” Willy asked, “No,” Oswald answered curtly. And he continued, “Take a look at your left wrist.” Willy lifted up his left arm, and saw a black wrist watch like gadget, embracing his wrist like a watch: “That's an Enabler,” Oswald said.