Agent Jones Novels & Stories

, I responded as I didn't had any option again. "Well, let's have a chat then", Officer Jones said as he pointed to a seat nearby. I nodded as we walked towards that designated spot. Officer Jones has been someone I can really trust despite being in the business where trust is absent. He's in his late 40s which shows the years of dedication to the security of the state.

Senator Jones’ POV The soft hum of jazz floats through my study as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. It’s late, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Too many things always need watching, controlling. Especially now. My phone vibrates against the oak desk. I see the caller ID and smile faintly before answering. “Boss,” I say smoothly, settling into the leather armchair. “Jones,” he replies, his voice sharp and cold as ever. “How’s Flora coping at the company? Is she giving you trouble?”

His attention was drawn to another man, who was yelling at one of his bodyguards. “Do you happen to know who I am? Why are you shoving me in that direction? I am Robert Jones. I have the power to make you lose your job.” When Zion heard Mr. Jones’s voice for the first time. He chuckled, realizing that this was exactly the man he had been seeking all those times. The man who took Aya away from him. He turned to face his security and gave them the thumbs-up, an indication that everything was fine. Robert Jones and his family were able to pass through the bodyguards’ opening.

' 'Do you think he came to threaten me today, like an ordinary group president? The assistant suddenly froze, and he didn't know how to answer. 'So you mean this man has other identities?' 'I don't know yet, but I think it's far from as simple as it seems. Please find someone to check it again.' The assistant bowed his head and took orders, hiding in the dark. …… Jones Davis is standing at the door of the James family again. She reached out to knock at the door, but found that she couldn't pull her face down at all.

“Hey buddy, how’s it hangin’?” “Good, thanks,” Matt said and went into a cream-colored stall. Matt closed the door and dug into his pocket. It was a note written on notebook paper. Matt frantically read it. Sheriff, I know what my cousin was into. I know every detail about the coo on M.S. I also know who my cousin’s Phoenix supplier was. My gut tells me this was not a random act by a random maniac. Joe said if anything weird happened to him to contact you and to give you the name of his supplier. Darren Josiah Jones. AKA, D.J., black man, very boney, and tall. Second in command, Dexter Jones. Goes by Dex. Also, a black man, tall, and bulky. To make a buy call 569-555-3546. Good luck and be c

Mr Jones ridiculed and turned around to leave, but his bodyguards pounced on Daniel and beat him up. As Mr. Jones approached his car, he noticed a young man leaning against it. This sight only served to increase his frustration. Was he now an easy target for bullies? He let out an angry growl and turned to his men, barking out the order to "take care of him." The young man, taken aback by the sudden aggression of Mr. Jones and his men, couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. With a slight twitch in the corners of his lips, he spoke up, "Are you sure you want to go against Madame Agnes?"

Jones spat at me, and Jenkins wanted to approach him with his gun, but I signaled to stop him. Jones remained calm and speechless as he flung his eyes away from mine, trying to avoid eye contact with me. "Like you said, it will be over your dead body," I repeated, my face plastered with anger, "After all, I have your daughter with me," I blurted, sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't fucking hurt my daughter, you bloody thief," he growled at me in anger, with his body forcing the metal chair forward towards "Don't bother; I won't hurt my wife, Jones." I spoke in a cunning tone while also gazing at his pale, shocking eyes.

DEVONNE’S POV “Did you guys crash into someone?” I asked Josh. “Uhm yeah, it’s one of my classmates” he croaked and I had to get him some water. Helping him up a bit so he can gulp it down. The boy came over and peered into Josh’s face “you don’t even look hurt” he said then turned to me “Hello, I’m Norman, since he’s awake now, shouldn’t you call the doctor?” I just stared.

Although he was in his sixties, he still looked energetic, just like Sean. “Jones, hell. What brings you here?” Seeing Alice, Jones smiled and said, “Hello, Madam. I have brought the files you asked for.” Jones then gave Alice the paper bag in his hand and lowered his voice. “We dismissed quite a few babysitters that time. You may need some time to identify who she is.” Alice took it and said, “Thank you. It’s okay. I should be able to find her. Jones, why don’t you have a sit in my office?”

“We have an appointment.” “I know. We’ll need to frisk your new colleagues. Weapons?” “Yes.” “Hand them over.” Johnny smiled dangerously. “Not gonna happen, bro.” Jones glared at Johnny, and Max reinforced his buddy’s statement. “We don’t know you. No offense but if the shit hits the mercenary fan…” That pissed Jones off. “We are not mercenaries. Vorster, talk to your Yankee friends.” “Mate, you know I never give up my piece. Check with your boss.”