Agent 00 Real Name Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that's my name!” “But not your real name, am i right?” He just grinned and pocketed both his hands. “You've got me.” he said with a wink. His code-name was Baron, and he's a spy agent.

He seemed normal and there was no way that I would suspect that he’s a professional sniper. “You’re Brooke, right? Thanks for agreeing to a meeting with me,” Reine said politely. “Knight…” the man with the codename Brooke said. I didn’t have any doubt that that wasn’t his real name. It was a codename and it seemed like all agents operated strictly under a codename. “Well then, since we don’t have that much time. I’m going to start asking you some questions and I’d appreciate it if you could answer them honestly and openly,” Knight instructed with a warm smile.

"Alex, whatever it is, now isn't the time." "Now is exactly the time," I said firmly. The phone connected, and I spoke into it. "This is Agent Morrison. I need immediate backup at coordinates I'm sending now. We have multiple assets in danger and potential network leadership exposure." The silence that followed was deafening. Elena stood up slowly, her face a mixture of confusion and betrayal. "Agent Morrison?" I ended the call and faced them all. "My real name is Alexander Morrison, Special Agent with a joint FBI-CIA task force called Operation Mirror Shield. I've been undercover for the past four years, investigating the trafficking network."

I asked. “Boss, His real name is Aldo. He is an undercover agent and spy of officers. He frequently visited the Red zone area and his friend Carol is a crime officer. He is working for the last year to find out what is going on inside the third section. Earlier management found so many spies during the verification, but he never caught their attention. If you haven't asked for these full details. We have never found he is a cop. “He tried to touch what is mine, Brendon,” I said, fisting my hand.

I knew from the beginning the way he used to disappear like air, his colleagues never do that. In fact, he uses his Facebook account with a fake name. That’s why he is very secretive toward his details. . I recall all the movies of RAW agents or special agents. . . “My job demands that sometimes to reach the real culprit.”, He said and sips his coffee. “You must understand that this is my life, but I assure you that you are the only one who is in my heart.” . . He stopped talking and kept looking into my eyes like he wanted to tell me the truth and serious with his words.

“Is Rock even your name?” Rock scoffed as he shook his head. “My real name is Rock, Special Agent Rock.” Janet’s head turned slowly then as she looked betrayed at Rock. “Did you say ‘Special Agent’?” That even caught Jason’s attention. “What the fuck, Rock?” Rock held up his hands. “Please, Janet, don’t be so dramatic.” He countered. “I’m still the same person…” “Fuck that. The same person with Special Agent in front of your name isn’t the same.” Jason replied right before Dan could.

his father asked Ali. He shook his head. "Not yet, sir." Rain frowned even more. "What's going on?" Her father spoke, "This man is Alistair Mendoza. He's a professional secret agent like your cousin Gianna." "What?" Ali came to her and reached for something. It's a laminated ID. "Here's my ID if you really want to know my real name and my real job." She took it and read it. And it does tell the truth. Her head hurt a little because of the revelation she learned about the young man's personality. She looked at it while returning the ID.

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.

"These are Agents Samuel Jenkins and Baruti Wimbush." Zora stepped forward, authority radiating off her. "Supervisory Special Agent Zora Clark." Agent Jenkins met her with an extended hand. The man looked like he'd just come from a Sunday church social in his navy blue pinstripe suit and paisley tie. He was of average height and his angular face looked like it could grace the cover of a magazine.

Zakael also owns his own restaurant. I couldn’t help but raise a brow, “So, he’s a businessman. That explained his office attire,” He’s a billionaire. The point is that this man is rich like all the other clients our agency has. The Exodus Agency doesn’t exchange its services for anything less than billions. It is well known for its great and trustworthy services; the agents make the agency’s reputation as well. So, we were trained for years before putting us under a mission. Despite the expensive price, still, many tycoons and bachelors seek the agency’s help.