Agent 13 Novels & Stories

Under the glow of the remaining streetlights, dozens of human figures were moving forward in a rigid, perfectly synchronized formation. Their movements were not like typical wild, aggressive zombies, they were precise, as if every step had been programmed by a computer. They all wore neon blue digital visors that cast a cold light into the darkness of the night. "The Anti Indomie Agents," Riska hissed, standing beside Bima with a hardened face. "What are they carrying on their backs?" Kevin asked, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. Each agent carried a silver metal canister that sprayed a thick gray mist in every direction.

She was the lady that took the man that gave me shelter and a loving home, a man I called a father away from me. " THIS IS AGENT STARR,THE ASSASSIN IS TIGERESS. I REPEAT SHE IS TIGRESS, SHE IA HEADING NORTH, BLOCK ALL THE EXIT ROAD" I said in a microphone while I ran after ,she sure is fast but not fast enough because I kept tailing her, " ALL THE ROADS ARE BLOCKED ,THE POLICE ARE EVERYWHERE,WHATS HER APPEARANCE?" " FEMALE, AROUND 20-25, BLACK JEANS AND RED LEATHER JACKET"

Tyson raised his hands as if to surrender with an expression on his face that suggested she not shoot the messenger. “Hey, I never said that you couldn’t. I’m just following orders. We all know how important you are in this war we’re fighting.” Barach sighed at that. It wasn’t exactly a war she wanted to get into in the first place. Being stuck between two werewolf packs wasn’t exactly a fun place to be and she’d started out just doing a favor for a friend, Harrison, the leader of the New York pack but the longer she’d spent in Silverdale,

This was just another job. The night was quiet as he moved through the shadows, his footsteps silent on the ground. He had gotten close—closer than anyone else had ever managed. Ace’s security was tight, but Anton had found the weak spots, the moments when the guards’ attention wavered. Now, he was just a few steps away from completing the mission. He pulled out a small device from his pocket, a jammer that would disrupt the security cameras for just long enough to make his move. With a click, the cameras around the perimeter went dark, and Anton slipped past the guards, heading toward the main building where Ace was.

The ringing of the burner phone catches my attention as I jump into action, halting the ringing and raising the device to listen. "Agent Wave," the monotone voice continues, "you are urgently needed at the agency, at this very moment." My real name's Allister but they call me Agent Wave. Being a top agent is an honor given to me by the Cypher agency. And I'll never fail them. Confirming the time of my arrival, I headed to the garage, grabbing a gun and keys, raring the engine I accelerated through the streets of Downtown Phoenix. Making my way to the top floor, I see the director of Cypher, Leonard Martins, as he paces the length of the hall.

(Agent Hailmer @ 03) A full Squad of 4 A.C.I.A agents were sitting inside the house living space, and all of them were gearing up for the assault it was clear from their speech that they clearly despise the people that they were aiming at, after all, all of the Squads member were all non-human race, Agent Spider is the Squads Technology specialist, recording and hearing all the conversations, he is also an Oni Race, Agent Romeo is a Minotaur Demi-Human which is also the assault leader and also a Shield Knight of the Squad. Agent Hailmer is the medic of the squad which is also a Healer Mage, and the proud and devoted priest of the Aeternum Cathedral of Faith.

asks Dane. "Yeah. So when cadets graduate at the age of thirteen from the program and become agents, they receive an 'agent name'," explains Dexter to Dane, "it serves as a reference among the agency. The agent name is only written down in paper files, and it can't be found on any digital platform. Therefore acting as a code that is not only difficult to access but also as a code that only certain people know." "What do you mean?" asks Dane. "The agent name serves as a way to differentiate agents coming back from a mission and an impostor," I add to Dexter's explanation, "therefore it serves as a security measure to stop impostors from entering into the agency at the most vulnerable point."

"Special Agent and Detective Nora Stevenson. Everyone calls Agent 64." A ripple of shock passed through the room. The name Agent 64 carried weight. Every single man in this room had probably heard it at some point, had probably cursed it under their breath. The DiFronzo brothers exchanged looks of pure disbelief. I had been their ghost, the agent who had hounded them for years, always just out of reach. They knew my alias, but they had never known my face. "You are a cop?" Dant was the first to speak. I met his gaze, saying nothing.

It looked like a database system. He clicked on the first image zooming in on the photo to make the picture large on the screen. A white guy with eyes dark and cold like ice, his handsome chiseled face half hiding under the black hoody he was wearing took up half of the screen. Dark Shadow, aged thirty-six, has been with the agency for ten years rank Alpha, the weapon of choice Arrow. Fast, blends in with the shadows his kills never see him coming, has over hundreds of targets to his name.

What bothered me more than that was the fact that we had more than just her. “What about the other Agents?” the guy asked. “3 is visiting another pack, and 4 has no further updates. They’re all just awaiting further instructions.” “What do you want to do about Agent 1?” the guy asked with an exasperated sigh as if he knew exactly how difficult Veronica was to work with. She did not seem to have many fans. “Have Agent 2 keep trying to get to her so that she knows not to talk. The Eyes have ensured that she can’t be commanded by her Alpha to reveal our plan, so she just needs to keep her mouth shut or we’ll have to shut it permanently,” Murderer said.