Romans & histoires Agent 001

The skills of a top agent finally emerged as he easily shot down several of Julian's men. "Noah! Dom!"

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.

(Elijah) “M.I, mission impossible….created to carry out his order to perfections…without any deviation, rejection of oppositions….a very effective agency, if you might asked…he already instilled his personal knowledge on the current and only Agent…SA 001 or Mira Sheerwood…that young bud really are a genius…she got the message really quick…”.(Alfred Monticello) “SA 001?…Mira Sheerwood?..”.(Elijah)

"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.

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

Rosaline then walked closer to Noah while looking directly in his eyes without even blinking once. "Look, who's talking? The one who changes his loyalty like a girl changing her clothes. Me, switching men, God Miller!! At least I have a little self-respect unlike you who crawls back to the one whom you had backstabbed just to be in charge of power and money. Even a dog will look at you in disgust, you brazen moron. A malodorous chicken who lives under the mercy of rich and powerful guys just to brag about its strength when even it doesn’t have any. I pity you baby; you are nothing but a fickle-minded bonehead. I can't even believe that you were the top Agent of CIA. I don't even understand w

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.

I look at the window and it’s still dark- what the hell is going on? A appears in the doorway as Z opens my cage door, “Z, the lead is only 2 days from here, but we need to move quickly.” He states. Z smiles evilly and I crawl out of my cage and shift as he throws clothes at me, “Hurry up! I won’t say it again!” he says, holding up the cattle prod. I hurry up and get dressed, “1001 made it that far?” I ask. Z and A look at each other and laugh, “No, 1005 we have coordinates on 1003.”

More so the training room where a few students were currently punching a few combat dummies. "Uh, I don't understand. Can you tell me your name," she said with wrinkled brows. I nearly face palmed. "I'm sorry," I quickly apologized, reaching into my bag and removing the clipboard that the director had given me. "Um, my name is Taiti Malcolm." "Oh," the woman's eyes narrowed as she read the information on the paper attached to the clipboard. "You're a volunteer," she suddenly said cheerfully.

the hefty man said, his cheek was full of scars, scars that told tales of the pasts, scary tales indeed. I'm scared of everyone of them and I have never met the boss. The only person I'm close to is Stanley and I'm beginning to regret ever joining this cult group, how can they give me an assignment to kill an innocent girl. It's my first assignment and I know nothing about guns or girls , I know I want the reward money but I don't want to kill to get money. I followed behind Stanley and the hefty looking man, I'm the youngest so they should go easy on me.