Agent 24 Novels & Stories

I grabbed my things from the staff room and walked towards the exit. Then my phone beeped. Once I’m out of Clementine, I dug into my pocket for my phone. I tapped the message open to see it was from Zakael, asking if I’m already home. A sigh fell from my lips, and I put the phone back in my bag. I can't give up on a mission just because I don't like the client. I have never once failed a mission, one reason I became one of the top agents at Exodus. It was all worth it. The blood and sweat were nothing compared to the money I earned doing the job. The money was enough to pay for my mom’s therapy. I even bought my own little apartment in the city, although it's not that fancy. Just enough to p

A message, not a call. It said: My name is Agent Calloway. I know what you are and I know what they are and I know you did not choose this life the way they did. I can give you full immunity and a new identity and a way out of all of it. All I need in return is your cooperation in building the case against the Volkov organization from the inside. You have forty eight hours to respond before this offer disappears permanently.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I asked pointing to the footage “ we don’t have access to your computer, so no” creed rolled his eyes “ well either we have cameras pointing to the wrong area or she never went back” I growled lowly in frustration “ what?” Creed then stood up and watch the replay again and again “ She played us?” Ryan suggested “No I think they did, they must have moved locations after she told him she was acting as a double agent.” Letting out a slow breath I close the laptop and lean back in my chai

Daniel froze, suitcase half-zipped in his hands. His eyes flicked from the two agents to the door, calculating. The male agent leveled his gun. “Put the bag down. Now.” Daniel raised one hand slowly, forcing a charming smile. “Gentlemen look, I think there’s been a mistake.” The female agent stepped in, her voice sharp. “No mistake. Daniel Elan Blackwood, you’re under arrest for aiding in the murder and cover up of Christina Vale.”

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’s something like Maddie or Sandy right? “Amy? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Yeah. Not even close. Amy stops when she sees me standing right beside her friend. Just then a tall, well-muscled men ascended behind her. He looks like he’s in his late twenties. He must be her bodyguard or something because I’ve been in Werewolf Academy for years to know well enough he doesn’t belong there. “I missed something, didn’t I?” She half-whispers to her friend who steals a glance at me before shaking her head.

He wa​s already reaching fo⁠r his mobile⁠, th⁠umbs po‌ised over⁠ th​e sc‍reen. ⁠"They found a signi‌f​ica‌nt anomaly," James continued, his t‍one dropp‌ing into a confide​n‌tia‍l regi⁠ster‌.⁠ "Your driver, P⁠eter. His entire profil‌e, employme‌nt history, references, cert‍ifications, it's a profes‍s⁠ional-g‌rade fabrication. The kind onl‍y a h‍andful of firms can produce. He's a cont‌ract ag​ent for a bou‍tique f​i​rm called Aegis Group. Th‌ey don't advertise. Th‍ey‌'re corpora⁠te spies, E‌lar​a. The r​eal thing." ‌

Beside him, a younger female agent with red hair pulled into a tight bun held a runic tablet and looked at me as if I were a particularly unpleasant scientific experiment. "Sit down," ordered the older agent, pointing to the chair. I sat. "My name is Agent Thorne. This is Agent Reyes. I'm going to ask you some questions. Answer with clarity and brevity. No sarcasm. No irony. Understood?" "Understood," I replied, my voice neutral. Inside, the irony was already building up like poison in a gland. No irony. Clearly, he didn't know me very well. "And if I can't answer without irony?" added Reyes, eyes narrowed.

There are not many things there only a desk with a chair, a bookshelf that's full of books, and a television on the wall. I quickly stepped forward, "SD agent, Katarina Clyde, code Eagle Team." "SD agent, Scout Kipper, code Cayote Team." "AD agent, Kelly Crawford, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Johan Marshall, code Kangaroo Team." "SD agent, Britt Preston, code Cheetah Team." "AD agent, Minnie Lopez, code Eagle Team." "AD agent, Hade Fox, code Eagle Team." I turn my head quickly to 'Hade'. Nice try, you impostor.