Armed Detective Agency Novels & Stories

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

I said. “Byron?” Mika said in a low disappointed tone. “Yes! And he is still out there somewhere. We work for the greatest agency that can track anyone down yet we are unable to find one man!” said Katleho, in an angry voice. “We are indeed a great agency but we don’t have the most trustworthy staff.” said Ben, with a disappointed look on his face. “So someone is has penetrated the agency?” asked Mika “I am afraid so.” said Ben. “Can you give us another case, because this one will be hard to solve since we have an agent that is working against the agency.” I pleaded.

Her eyes narrowed. “You don’t know who I am, and yet you speak to me like I’m one of those fucking boys you order around in your pack. I am not a member of your pack, Doctor Ford. I am Scar Icegard… a detective in the Brooklyn police department.” My voice cut like a blade.

Anita asked, "Well, Anita, it's not the kind of agency you might be thinking of. I've joined an undercover agency." Felix explained, Anita was surprised, "Undercover? Like a secret agent?" she said, Felix nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Exactly. I've been gathering information on ruthless mafias ever since I got a tip from someone in prison before I was released. I've set up my own secret office and I've been helping the anti narcotics police with their investigations." Felix explained,

Amir retorted. "Mr. Cook. No need to be so defensive. It is quite obvious that she is anyway. Boys," he beckoned to the eight men in SWAT like uniform with helmet on their heads. As they came closer he started. "We are an Agency that deals with special crimes and we have a search warrant to search every corner of this house." "For the shipment?" Gabriel snickered. "Bingo." Chloe could tell he wasn't going to limit how crazy he could be. "Now, all we want is your cooperation. In a matter of hours, we should be done." Then he chuckled loudly. "That is if we don't find anything."

"You can't do this! You can't keep me here! It's illegal." "We're above the law, Daisy," Madeline said simply. There was no doubt in my mind, this was the other assassin agency. I still didn't know what they wanted with me. I had answered their questions about killing their agent, and they had yet to tell me anything. Why was an agent that worked for this agency living in London and raping people. "Nothing adds up," I murmured. "Are you hungry?" Madeline asked. "No." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm fucking sure!" I snapped.

“I’m sorry, Love. He’s busy… he works for the Balfour Security Agency and they were sending him to different locations to reconnaissance and everything.” Balfour Security Agency owned by Teddy Balfour and the Alpha of Tacita Mortes Pack, she knew who he is. After all, she made sure she knew the Alpha of the territory she sneaked into to hide and live quietly. She knows the “Alex, my brother got into an accident… he was out doing an undercover job under this drug syndicate when his cover was blown and he was trapped in a dangerous situation that almost cost him his life,” Leonidas stated, taking a bite of his sandwich. “He went missing for months before he came home, a good thing he wasn’t ba

CHAPTER 36 New York City Police Department (NYPD) Headquarters, 1:00 pm The young detective named Nicholas Gray looked up quickly when his coworker Hendrick Mckenzie--or Hendrick as he was more commonly known--tapped him on the shoulder. The hazel-eyed detective sat down in his chair--which was next to Nicholas' desk--and immediately handed Nicholas a dark brown folder. They had been in the same division (serious crimes division) for the past five years and their relationship had been very good. So it was natural for Nicholas to think of Hendrick as his own brother.

We were greeted by a tall man with dark gray hair and a scuff. "Actually, She's the detective." Chain explained. "Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin." I introduced myself. He led us to his office and offered us a seat. "Thank you, I want to talk to the suspects about the case of-" "Amy Marcus ... Yes we know. Wait for me here. I'll call them." He said and left us in the room. Within a few minutes he returned with a nurses and two patients. One is smiling and one looks really, really bad.

"No, they've just uncovered another lead on Red Saint, one that is sure to result in his capture this time." A surge of hope flooded Alexander's heart upon hearing his father's words. Renewed by the prospect of justice, Alexander responded with a resolute tone, "I'm on my way," and hung up the phone. The arduous path he had trodden for so long now felt purposeful and invigorating. ~•~•~•~• As Alexander stepped into the headquarters of Jim Carrey Bureau of Investigation Agency. A private investigating company, headed by a former deputy director for investigations at CIA, retired DDI Clark Jim Carrey, he pushed open the glass doors and found himself immersed in a dynamic and purpose-driven env