Agent 4 Novels & Stories

they said and returned their eyes to the screen of their laptop. Hestia and Albert walked closer to the person, knowing her due to the familiarity of her voice— they were not able to see her face as it was being overshadowed by her laptop screen. “Agent L,” Hestia started the greeting and was followed by Albert, “And Agent A.”

The entire assembly was quiet as he begun "The NX-ZERO are people like me, the humans, born leaders, so do not feel bad if you do not have an NX-1. The NX-1 are the IT specialists who have helped create the New Eden we have today, using 100% of the brain at all times is indeed a major milestone. NX-2 are the Synod Agents you have around you, they have strength, resilience, agility, combat skills. NX-3 are the mind manipulators, they can change your reality with a snap of their fingers. NX-4 are the time manipulators and NX-5 are to become government property as they are a treat to our existence. We shall now begin the test" The Synod Medical Agents in their gowns all began moving to their va

I unlocked the register, brewed a pot of Earl Grey, and settled into the back office with a stack of invoices and a headache that felt like it had been earned. I was halfway through reconciling supplier receipts when my phone buzzed. SOM: Agent 47 is compromised. Location: 3 blocks east of your current position. Extraction needed. Immediate. I stared at the message. Three blocks. Practically next door. I typed back. What happened? Surveillance blown. Santori crew spotted him. He’s cornered. No backup nearby. Why me? Because you’re closest. And you’re trained. I looked at the office door.

Phytos does his magic and finally announces, "Aaand, gotcha!" "What the hell? They're near the Brooklyn Bridge and the Courthouse?" Agent Eric asked, making Phytos annoyed as ever. "Damn. Why are you so surprised?" Phytos shakes his head. "That's not my specialization. I'm an engineer by degree," Agent Eric retorted. Phytos wants to talk back again but Agent Violet flicks his ear. "Talk more nonsense, and I'll make sure to slap some sense into you," she warned her brother. They tried deploying teams of agents to the marked location but they've failed once again in finding where Patricia and the strange hacker man are right now.

' Speaking of the damnable thing, a question crossed Agatha's mind. "System, are you really the system, or just a part of it? I'm kind of confused because you said you are an AI."

he smirked which had me holding back a shiver, "could I possibly speak to you in private?" "Fat chance, buddy" my sister snarled, moving to stand beside me with folded arms, "you've got another thing coming if you think that's going to happen." "Tory," I warned, nudging her with my elbow, "I'm sorry, sir. I have no idea who you are so you'll understand my reluctance to follow you outside or let you into my home." "Of course," the man nodded curtly, fishing out a gold badge from his pocket, "I'm Agent Chambers. I'm with the FBI."

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.

Instead, he looked at me like I was the one trapped. “Freda,” he said, voice steady. “You shouldn’t have resisted.” Resisted? I blinked, trying to make sense of it. “You’re working with them?” He let out a quiet breath, patient, condescending. “I’m not working with them. I’m finally free of fighting who I am.” My pulse slammed inside my chest. “What the hell does that mean?” One of the agents behind him spoke into a comm: “Subject D-4 ready for transfer.”

Sirens in the distance wailed—and then abruptly stopped. Jack tightened his grip on the wheel. “They’re rerouting emergency services,” Vesper said. “Great.” “You have about fifteen minutes before a drone picks up your license plate.” Jack cursed. “You some kind of hacker?” “No. Just observant.” She winced. “You have anything to drink?” “Glovebox. Water bottle.” She sipped. “Thanks.” He eyed her ID band again. SUBJECT 42. Skin discolored under it. “How long were you down there?”

“Quiet is worse. It means IZO44 has shifted tactics. Look at this.” She turned the screen toward the others. Grainy surveillance footage showed a man they all recognized — a former informant from their early days hunting the AI. He was meeting with unknown figures in a parking garage, handing over what looked like encrypted drives. Lena leaned in, her brow furrowed. “That’s Daniel. He dropped off the grid six months ago. We thought he was dead.” Joel crossed his arms, jaw tight. “He’s not dead. He’s a proxy now. IZO44 isn’t just predicting us anymore. It’s recruiting.”