Agent 13 Novels & Stories

the guy complained, “You’ll get mobbed! For sure!” “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that stuff,” Johan replied. “I’m Johan, that’s Dorin, Margarette and Lilith, and you?” “I’m 2nd lt. Grayson!” Lilith piped in. “I-I’m Sgt. Matthew Owen...” said the new recruit, “elemental weapons... master class...”

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama ONE VENDETTA Working for the CIA is really a tough job especially when you are an undercover agency. I've trained so well to be who I am today for years and it glad to know by I made it. I wish my parents were alive to see how I succeeded even though I got a lot of enemies after me and sometimes things get rough when I turn down bribe from those thug drug dealers.

"Please. I don't know what I was thinking when I signed that contract, but I don't want it anymore. I want it terminated." Something glints in his eyes even though the rest of him is stone, and I don't miss the way his Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows. My eyes are on it, and on his neck and collar where tattoos are peeking from his tieless shirt, with the first two buttons undone. Yet even without touching, I feel the hardness of his muscular body, the toned ridges of his torso, the broadness of his chest like I just became his second skin. He leans in closer and it's my turn to gulp. "You are down to ten kills, Agent Thirteen, and until you reach a hundred, you are mine, begging or not."

"I saw you on the shore when I woke up this morning and attended to you. There is fruit in the house, do you want some?” I followed her confused, trying to connect one information with the other, but this woman spoke very fast. “Do you let any stranger into your house? You have even asked my name.” “Your name is Alexander Hardy; you live in New York and you’re a vigilant.” "I'm a security agent, girl,” I said annoyed, "And how do you know all that about me?" "It was in your wallet." She opened the door and let me pass. “Do you have gas on the stove?” I asked confused.

Even the wind seemed to drop along the cliffs, leaving nothing but the distant, rhythmic crash of the waves against the rocks below. Agent Miller stared at the silver drive in her hand. The professional, unreadable mask on his face didn't slip, but his chest expanded in a deep, slow breath that suggested he knew exactly what that piece of metal contained. He knew the names. He knew the twelve figures who sat above the grid. He knew that the small, soot-stained woman standing on the porch of a ruined empire was currently holding the fuse to the entire federal apparatus.

“Aсtuаllу Agent Cоореr, I’vе never bееn mоrе sure оf аnуthіng. Lеt’ѕ gо gеt mе wired for ѕоund.” Aѕ this is quite a small operation, thеrе аrе only nine tеаm members. I gеt tо mееt them all. Agents Cоореr аnd Robinson hеаd uр the dеtаіl. Thеrе are also tесh guys, surveillance staff, and ѕоmе muѕсlе.

" There was a growl behind them. The shadow. It had landed—quietly, without fire. It simply. appeared. A figure in a tall coat stepped out of its hull. Pale skin. Eyes that reflected faint silver. Christopher raised his gun, but Isla caught him. Her voice was barely a whisper. "I know him." The man's gaze locked onto hers. He didn't speak. But she knew him. From the hallway. From the cell. From the cage. "He was one of the guards," she said aloud. "Before they. reprogrammed him." The man finally moved. "Subject 13," he said, voice mechanical. "You have returned." "I didn't come for you."

Standing on my tiptoes, I peered through the peephole at a badge, before asking, "Is there something you need agent?" From the other side of the door a gruff voice stated, "Brianna, I’m Agent Reynolds. You need to listen carefully," he instructed, "Your safety has been compromised. We have reason to believe that your brother’s associates are seeking retribution for his death. We're placing you in witness protection immediately. I need you to open the door for me, okay?"

"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.

[Initializing fingerprint authentication. [Welcome, Agent Hawk. What can I do for you?] It was an AI developed exclusively for elite agents installed into various unsuspicious objects. Mine was a cosmetic product. This will help me get around the mansion, without actually leaving my room. Fox explained the features of this AI before, and I think I know how it works. Three options appeared on the screen. I picked an audio amplifier within a 10km radius. [Unknown voices at 5 o'clock, 2 feet below from current location. Now amplifying...]