Agent Reid Novels & Stories

"The person who's been watching your building is a freelance investigator named Bates. Bates has been hired twice — once during the Morrison period, which you already knew, and once in the last three weeks." "Morrison hired him both times?" I asked. "Morrison hired him the first time. The second time — Danny Reid." Alex did not move. "Reid and Morrison are connected?" I said. "They have been for at least two years." Carver opened the folder. "Reid worked as a consultant for one of Morrison's subsidiaries from 2022 to early 2024. The engagement is listed as strategy advising but the invoices suggest something more specific — litigation intelligence." I looked at Alex. "He wasn't a coincidence

These were ghosts from the Maddox family’s more shadowed corners, men whose histories were scrubbed and rewritten with Maddox money. Reid, stocky with an eternal five o'clock shadow and a stare that could freeze a bullet mid-air, was bent over his laptop. He’d been on camera duty all night, scanning public footage, digging into anything with a digital trace. His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke.

"Garrett Reid." Karl and I looked at each other. I did not know that name. Karl's expression said he did not either. That was the problem — six months of Meridian monitoring, two accord calls with Webb, Sora's Oslo debrief, Budapest, Tobias's case files, and Garrett Reid had not appeared in any of it. "Give me a number for your employer," I said. The man reached into his jacket — slowly, both of us watching — and produced a card. I took it.

She was good at her job. After highlighting the Uber ride she had ordered, she decided to take the elevator, in hope that she might bump into someone — that might take her attention from the thoughts that disturbed her innermost mind. And as usual, she bumped into her boss, Mr. Mike Ross.

the driver whispers, sucking in a deep breath before pushing open his door and stepping out. The moment the two men find themselves face-to-face, Blaze begins his interrogation, refusing the waste a second before asking, "first things first... what's your name?" "Andrew," he answers. "Full government name?" The driver answers reluctantly, and he wasn't sure what question he was expecting next - perhaps his address or date of birth - but he certainly didn't expect the man to demand to see an ID. "And do you have a form of identification to account for that?" Blaze wonders, arms crossing over his chest when he asks to see it.

“The panther shifter’s locked up for another offense, and there have been no reports of disturbances lately. But it’s worth checking out. I suppose you are volunteering for the task?” “Yes.” “I volunteer, too,” Maya said, ignoring Luke gawking at her. “Two watchers are better than one.” “Three,” someone piped in from the door. Reese’s head popped in. “May I? I’m off duty this week to study, but I can study anywhere. I can help secure or defend if there’s trouble, and I can just hang out if there’s no trouble.”

Go and live a long and fulfilled life with Sol. As soon as he has uttered the words, I feel the corresponding item wrap around my tail. I can’t describe all the emotions that rush through me. Foremost is heavenly relief at the now very real possibility of coming back to life, back to Sol. For the first time ever, I understand what it means to cry tears of joy. But there’s still the matter of Spinstra’s coup. My reawakening as a sleeper agent didn’t go the way the Fate Weaver had planned it.

Cora “So you’re saying that you two have been working to take down the Chosen before the Reaping?” Elliot smiles like it’s his birthday and he just got the thing he wanted most. Thomas makes his way over to me and takes my hand in his. “Well, it is the three of us, “Rebecca states with a light in her eyes that shows that she is in this for the long haul. “Should I go over the areas that we have been working on Thomas?”

I opened the gate, entering the compound. I scanned the surroundings, and I could feel the rogue closer already. "They were five!" Reid shouted. "I also got some marks on each of them. I'm sure if you didn't have any superpowers they would beat you more than they did with me." He fired. I smirked. "So... If they were five, why don't you have a team of your own? No one wants to team up with a loser?" I scorned, not sparing him a look but still keeping a rapt attention. That fucking rogue was going to appear soon.

“I’ve been avoiding the Mythguard for a reason.” A man beside Everett stepped forward, his arms crossed. He looked just under Oslo’s age with thinning brown hair and grizzled cheeks. “What reason might that be?” Muriel held her tongue. The man opened up his posture with a look of apology. “I’m a representative of the Mythguard, Ms. Vale. Sebastian Hicks. I can assure you the Mythguard is only interested in your wellbeing and protection.” “The Mythguard is why she’s on the run in the first place,” Gavin snipped.