Agentes Novels & Stories

It was noon and the city was jam-packed and vibrant as usual. She headed towards Maribel's street, she noticed the area was always deserted though houses occupied that street but none roamed the street. She came to a conclusion and decided to get in the apartment. Just then some fleet of cars arrived the scene, all coloured black. It was time for business. They parked outside the gate, opened up and Ken walked out with six of his men each carrying a silver briefcase. Four hefty men came out of the car holding black briefcases. Another came out and opened the back seat of the Jeep he drove, a fat elderly man alighted. He looked Indian and had a bald hair. The two men shook hands.

I asked as I looked around. Graves my Dad's Beta and Boris the Gamma were there along with Dolph, Nik, Theo and one of our trackers named Tom. "Tom just got back from following those girls today. He wants to tell us about it." Dolph replied and I furrowed my brow. "Why didn't he just link us?" I demanded and Tom sighed. "I can't. I've been trying for hours. I can't even shift right now" Tom answered and I looked at him in surprise.

In fact, there were metal light posts outside that were less stiff and more open to conversation. Governor Kruck smiled at them and then at us, his grin toothy and wicked. For the first time, he actually looked like he was enjoying himself. “May I present four of our best government agents?” he started the introductions. “These are Agent Bell, Agent Woolworth, Agent Malik, and Agent Tang. They will be in charge of your health and well-being until all threats to your person have passed. You’ll find that the accommodations we’re providing for you are large enough to house at least one security officer at all times in addition to the pair of you. Don’t worry. We will be providing them a stipend

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

The stranger rose smoothly to his feet and flashed a polite smile. “Mrs. Argos,” he said evenly, calmly. “Agent Miller. Federal Internal Affairs.” He introduced himself.

The undercover team Rossi Stalow got together had spent two weeks building our case for us. Posing as traffickers, suppliers, and brokers they had been having clandestine meetings with various elders. They brokered some of the most unsettling deals with groups of the Elders, or their staffers, building a damning case against many of them. They had made deals to buy ‘breeders’ or their product. Nova still remembered the way her insides felt cold when she asked what they meant by product and was informed it was the babies. They were seen as nothing but a product to make profit.

Of course I am, infact I'm hanging on his every word. " The alpha, they are the head of the pack, the first contact head of the pack, his work is to protect his pack and his luna. The luna has equal power with the Alpha, her job is also to protect her pack but she specialize more on the walfares of the women and children in the pack. The Beta, he act as the deputy of the alpha, he or she has the role of the administration of the pack, the financial allocation and how the pack is run but all final say still reside with the Alpha, the Alpha need to approve everything before they act on it. The Gemma are the third in command, their role involves the training of warrior and new recruit, they are

Big Bob added. -

a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a

asks Dane. "Yeah. So when cadets graduate at the age of thirteen from the program and become agents, they receive an 'agent name'," explains Dexter to Dane, "it serves as a reference among the agency. The agent name is only written down in paper files, and it can't be found on any digital platform. Therefore acting as a code that is not only difficult to access but also as a code that only certain people know." "What do you mean?" asks Dane. "The agent name serves as a way to differentiate agents coming back from a mission and an impostor," I add to Dexter's explanation, "therefore it serves as a security measure to stop impostors from entering into the agency at the most vulnerable point."