Amika Double Agent Review Novels & Stories

Seeing the tall young man’s damaged nose caused the ignited flame to burn brighter. Agent Jane watched as Amy examined Agent Vernon’s nose and could sense the flame burning within her. She was afraid to tell Amy that the gunman wanted to talk to her and congratulate her for winning his video game. The FBI Supervisor knew seeing the gunman’s face was the last thing Amy wanted to do. Agent Jane assumed Amy would blow up, but she told the pregnant mother anyway. “Now, sweetheart, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But I came to tell you that he wants to talk to you.” Agent Jane watched as Amy turned and looked at her with a seething tightness in her face.

Obviously he's just seen us kissing but it being that serious? “Do you want a new camera or not?” “I want one Sir, I would appreciate a new camera.” Of course Dane had to let him know we are dating. How awesome. “Very good. You work for Daniel Hart, right? I'll pay you double of what he's paying you to keep shut, so you work for me now. You know Amelia. She's danger all by herself. If you don't give him something mischievous that she's done from time to time, he'll get suspicious, so spice it up and use your brain to be a double agent. Is that understood?”

Amaya: Translation: she likes this one enough to warn you, so stop being an idiot. I rubbed a hand down my face, fighting a groan. Of course, Zach was probably feeding Ofelia little details from the station, and of course, she’d piece them together with clinical precision. My sisters never missed a chance to team up against me. Finally, I typed back. Ace: Relax. Nothing to report. Just work. Three dots popped up instantly. Amaya: LIES. Xenia: Weak. Suspicious. I”ll tell Clay to interrogate him later.

Summer said as she massaged her feet. "I don't know for now but I have told Susan to stop for now," Amira said. "Who is Susan?" Summer asked. "She is the spy," Amira replied. Summer told Amira not to worry as she would make things unbearable for Marina, she was just mute so that she could get the store then she'd strike. Amira thanked her for her help so far saying she was also grateful for helping get a place in her brother's company. "It is nothing, my dear." Summer said

“Fair enough.” The older agent remained standing. Silent. Watching. “You understand why you’re here?” the younger agent asked. “My husband tried to kill me,” Amelia said flatly. “And his cousin. I was protecting myself.” The agent opened the folder. “Your husband is dead. Shot by his own secretary. You were present during multiple federal crimes, including money laundering, bribery, witness intimidation, and obstruction.” “I was a prisoner,” Amelia snapped. “I didn’t help him. I survived him.”

She glanced at him, searching for any reaction, but his face remained impassive, betraying nothing. "Monitoring me for what?" Alexander asked, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism. Agent Jameson stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "Your involvement with the criminal underworld, Mr. Collins. We know about your double life, your connections, and your secrets. And now it's time for you to come clean." Amelia's heart sank as the weight of the revelation settled upon her. She had believed in Alexander's innocence, in his reformation and genuine desire to leave his past behind. But now, faced with this new layer of deception, doubt began to seep into her mind.

I wasn’t sure what I expected when Damon requested to know the mission details, but the moment he asked, both agents exchanged a quick glance. The brunette scanned the corridor, ensuring no one lingered nearby. Only when she seemed satisfied did she lean closer, her voice low enough to barely carry. “We believe we’ve found the location of the double agent who escaped headquarters last month.” Her words made the hairs on my back stand. My chest tightened. Damon flinched at my side. For a moment, the world narrowed to the sound of my heartbeat.

“My advice is that you should protect your fiance and yourself from danger.” “because some of the agent’s here are not to be trusted?” “unfortunately yes!” I have to admit it, the man was telling the truth. Some of the agent’s there could not be trusted. They all had ulterior motives. Some of them were trained assassins, they could kill one of their own without a doubt and leave no trail behind. Mika, Katleho and I all went to the FWCUSA research facility once again, this time we punched our way in, any security guard that stood our way was in trouble. Mika grabbed Mr Hans roughly by the neck.

The brown-haired man begs her not to kill him, he looks at her with innocent eyes and gives her a sad smile. I see her put away the gun as she runs her fingers through her short wig and mumbles, “I’m letting you go just because you’re hot.” she grabs my arm, “Let’s go.” I take a look at the young man, he looks surprised and at the same time mesmerized by my partner, but I don’t have time to enjoy some romantic story because we have less than a minute left before the bomb explodes. Just like movies, Jennie and I shoot at everyone in our passage. Every agent who doesn’t wear our agency logo is now on the ground.

The air smelled of stale coffee, and the only sound was the faint hum of the city beyond her window. She wasn’t just an executive assistant. She was a hunter, a spy, a ghost in enemy territory. It sounded odd but the world had cruelly treated dyer so badly. The earpiece in her ear crackled as a familiar voice came through. "Alright, I’m in," said Amelia, her voice crisp, focused. Emery’s closest ally and the only person she trusted. Amelia was her world, her family, her best friend. Amelia was a hacker, one of the best. No one knew about this but she was the best, she had amazing skills, more like a tech savvy, this was why Darren had employed her.