Agent 13 Novels & Stories

My cheeks burned but I ignored it and turned to face him. "First of all, I want to say that I am not human. Don't jump me, just listen!" I held out my hands to stop him. He just stared back. "Okay, so I am an agent at FRIO the same as you. Your uncle Gregory Hemsworth sent me to the human realm to find you and that's why I am here. These burn marks, I got them trying to free you from those silver chains the wretched doctor had you all tangled up in. What more do I need to say?" I finished, my heart beating as I waited for him to see reason and behave like the agent he was.

Three targets. The convoy arrived exactly one hour later. Three black SUVs. Armored. Windows tinted. FBI agents in tactical gear. Serious faces. Weapons visible. The lead agent introduced himself. "Agent Torres. I'll be coordinating your security." "Any relation to Daniel Torres?" Sienna asked. "My cousin. That's why I volunteered for this assignment." Sienna's eyes filled with tears. "Thank you." "I won't let anything happen to you. Any of you." We loaded into the middle vehicle. Me, Marcus, Rachel, Victor. Agent Torres drove. Another agent in passenger seat.

With just a simple thumb mark it will identify information about you. "Next." As Arya did, I also put my thumb on the black tablet and it showed information about me. ZANAYA REIGN LOPEZ AGENT 499 OFFICIALLY ENROLLED

She didn't nod or shake her head, but she stood there waiting, still ready to flee if worse came to worst, and shove came to push. The man brought out something that caught her eye right before he pushed it in front of her face. “Here's my badge, miss. I'm Agent Conner, Agent Zeke's colleague, and friend.” He said, and Grace sighed, her stomach settling easy, then she raised her right eyebrow just to make sure she wasn't being played, and the man nodded his head.

It was chemical. "Gas!" Kaelor roared. "Get the masks! Get everyone to the back tunnels!" "There are no masks for this, Kaelor," Aradaa said, his eyes wide as he scanned the stolen logs. "It’s a neural-agent. It'll paralyze everyone in minutes." Kaelor grabbed his blade, his eyes turning a dark, desperate brown. "Take Kaerith. Take the survivors. I'll hold the mouth. I'll buy you the minutes."

That would give Agent a way to get to the Orangelo that could cripple any tom, even one who had stolen a piece of god power. Sweeping through the ship's corridors, Agent ran into very few of the Hares and the few who saw him coming found other ways to go. None of them particularly liked him, even those he had understandings with. But Agent was used to it. Very few of the toms he worked with liked him, either. It was a danger of the path he choose.

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.

“Another ghost hunt? Lost Nazi trinket? Aliens in the Vatican?” Douglas tapped a control. The weapon exploded into cross-sections—magnetic feed, experimental recoil dampeners, hybrid casings that looked half-born and all dangerous. “This,” he said. “APG Mark I. One of a kind. Intelligence thinks it resurfaced.” “You dragged me from Jess—for this?” “It’s not just a weapon. It’s a threshold. And you’re the only one I trust to find it.” “Don’t give me that.” Sean’s lip curled. “You don’t trust anyone. You use people.”

It was a frame—twisted tech, gold-veined—with eyes that glowed exactly like mine. "Backup code detected. Override in progress," it rasped. "What is that?" Kieran shouted. "Last failsafe," Subject 13 coughed. "A carrier bot for the Directive. It's trying to preserve the code by putting it in something else." "And it picked me," I muttered. It raised a hand. Light shot toward me. Null screamed. Kieran tackled me to the side. The blast missed, but the wall exploded. Rubble fell. I shoved Kieran back, then turned and faced the bot.

“My mother didn’t create me from scratch. She resurrected pieces of minds that had once existed. Great thinkers. Warriors. Philosophers. She built us out of legends.” Julian ran a hand through his hair. “You’re saying you’re not just human and machine, you’re part myth?” “Not metaphorically,” she said. “Literally.” She tapped a file. SUBJECT ALPHA-000: THE FLAME. Status: UNKNOWN. Locked in Vault XIII. Julian leaned closer. “Vault XIII? Where’s that?” Alma’s hand hovered over the screen. “This facility has thirteen underground vaults. I never knew what was in the last one.”