Agent Jemma Simmons Novels & Stories

Emily’s expression hardened slightly. “And I’m just hearing about this now?” Marcus shrugged. “That’s how urgent it is.” He nodded toward the clothes. “Hurry up.” The agents turned their heads away as Emily quickly removed her office outfit and changed into the tactical gear. The leather trousers allowed easy movement, and within seconds she had transformed from Damien’s quiet assistant into Agent 23. “Ready,” she said. The van engine started and the vehicle began moving. A second van followed closely behind them as they drove through the city.

"Don't just blast on Mark. It is not him, exposing your whereabouts." "People will scream seeing an assassin with me, guarding," Clover muttered, a little troubled, causing a frown to appear on her face. "I will call you, Jemma, if I need you." "How come? I arranged this pretty dress for tonight. How could people think I am an assassin other than a sweet girl who is accompanying you," said Jemma, giving a twirl to her dress, "I swear I don't have any gun with me." "Fine. But keep your anger in check," Clover agreed, having her eyes on Jemma, who smiled and nodded, "I will act as a sweet girl."

They seem to be enjoying her company because, let's face it, she's endearing. "You guys know that she's the exact replica of Aqueela, right?" I ask them, unable to break my stare. I'm transfixed by AJ's presence and I hate it. Max shakes his head, convinced otherwise. "Nuh-uh. She's much more compliant than Aqueela. If Aqueels were here, she'd be arguing with Simo, no doubt, or causing some kind of scene." That's true. Mayhem always follows Aqueela.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

★★★★★★ the police came first before Emma's parents, Jemi watched them from what seemed toke afar, she was there but she wasn't presently there, she watched Emma still in shock, a blanket around her body while her parents crowded around her, she'd never seen her countenance that Empty, Jemi's hands were trembling and was still trembling when she was driven off to the station. she sat in the investigation room, struggling to keep her focus on the moment. You don't have to answer any questions if you don't want to" the detective spoke aloud. Jemi took him in, he was a huge guy, in a perfect world he could have been a boxer, with some tattoos and his brown hair styled, dauntingly he was good to

Definitely DSC. "Don't look," Tamara whispered. "Just act normal." They sat down. Jess pulled up I*******m on her phone, started scrolling like nothing was wrong. But her hand shook a little. "So," she said, voice fake-bright. "Did you see that Emma got a tattoo? A butterfly. So basic." "Yeah," Tamara played along. "Super basic." The agents ordered coffee. They were trying to look casual, but Tamara could smell the guns under their jackets. Could hear one of them whispering into a wire.

“I see you’ve made an introduction about me without my knowledge.” So this must be the team he was talking about. I don’t know, but I kind of seem to have high expectations from them. However, after listening to this woman, that assumption somehow plummeted significantly to the ground. Though, I shouldn’t give them this verdict too early. Simone looks at me apologetically and sighs. “I’m sorry, Cara.” He motioned his hand to the woman and introduced her to me. “This is Special Agent Sharleen, our intelligence analyst.”

Once again Jewel gestured to Simon to take off his shirt and lay down the bed. "You almost got me there." She tries to sound more calm and relieved. "Your friend took someone else on his bed, Simon is with me all night. As a matter of fact he still asleep that’s why I received the photos for him and i answer your phone call this early morning. I recorded this conversation by the way to let him know." She sound so annoyed that the man couldn't speak.” I almost believe you there." She scoffed. ”I’ll send you a real picture. She hanged up. Simon pretended to sleep when she snap a shot with him on the bed half naked. Send it to the caller then dialed back the unknown number. "Did you see the ph

“Who’s Maya?” Lucien glances at me, and an imperceptible smile touches his lips briefly. “Jenna. Jenna Carr. Her real name is Maya Serrano. She’s a former CIA agent who has been working for the company.”

So much implied in that small sob, and that last part: “even when she’s right there, in the next . . . ” room? The implications turned his stomach, and like ash cooling in the wind, his guilty lust faded away. He returned his gaze to the road—the empty, endless road—and the silence stretched out between them until he said, “Didn’t get your name, by the way.” “Jenny. Jenny Tillman.” “Jarred Simmons,” he said, wondering: why does that name sound so familiar? Where had he heard it before? But before he could ask, the Ram stalled without even a warning rumble. They decelerated abruptly and he cursed under his breath while fighting to bring them to a safe stop alongside the road without power ste