Avery Ryan Csi: Cyber Novels & Stories

“And don’t tell me you had nothing to do with those fake fucking photos of Diane and I sent to her!” Ava gasped behind me. He blinked. For a moment, confusion crossed his face. Then he smirked and began to clap. That smug, infuriating expression on his face made my blood run hotter. “Ohhh… So that’s what this is about?” he chuckled darkly. “She finally left your sorry ass, huh? Can’t say I didn’t see that coming. The moment you started parading around with Diane like a goddamn dog in heat—” “Shut the fuck up, Ryan!” I snapped, stepping forward again. “I’m not here to talk about my private life. I’m here because Aria is missing and you had something to do with it!”

It’s another layer of risk to the woman I swore to protect down here. My wolf is pacing. I barely hold the ladder straight for Sven as he seeks to wedge the open bottle of acid right up into the hinged joint of the door. “Cyrus, fuck!” he cries as the liquid threatens to spill over and catch him. I can't pretend I'm not affected. “Sorry. I want to know what Ryan’s doing.” Sven grinned, still staring up at the ceiling. “Gossiping like a little bitch no doubt. But don’t worry.”

I groaned whilst banding my head lightly on the kitchen counter. Rainie grabbed her laptop from her room and came back to the living room. Putting it on the center table, she sat on the rug and flexed her fingers while her system was booting “Tell me his name now and I am going to help you find him.” “Ryan. That's all I know.” I replied her. She grinned and started typing, “That's more than enough dearie." We all have that one friend that we think missed their calling to work in the CIA or FBI because of how good they are at finding someone. Raine was that person in our friendship group.

"Get out." Grayson wiped his cold sweat as he exited Mr. Ares's office. When Grayson returned to the Cyber ​​Security Department, he announced seriously, "Listen up. Unless you no longer want to spend Valentine’s Day with your loved ones or spend your New Years’ video chatting with your friends, someone had better find out who this Master Robbie is." Everyone immediately went back to work in despair. After everyone in the Cyber ​​Security Department individually tried to decipher Master Robbie's firewall for the nth time, Grayson knew he had no choice but to ask Jenson for help.

He chuckles and like magic I see him relax as he responds, “Definitely. I’m glad to be done with all that. My name’s Ryan by the way.” I nod, “Nice to meet you, Ryan.” Now… to the reason he came. Ryan looks around a bit and I see the nervousness and tension that was in his shoulders when he approached me earlier come back. When he looks back at me, a touch of calmness enters his eyes and he takes a deep breath, then releases it as he begins, “I, I really shouldn’t be saying this. I know Cassie and Levi are your friends, or whatever. But I… I saw the post Cassie made about her thesis sabotage on the university forum, and I didn’t believe you could do something like that. I really didn’t.”

My fingers were cold, but my palm was burning from the resonance of the third fragment. Ryan stood at the holographic terminal, bathed in the sickly blue glare of the tactical HUD. His rational shell—the persona of the smooth corporate savior—was finally showing the jagged spiderweb cracks of a man who realized he had helped build a cage he could no longer lock. His blood-stained hands flew across the interface, swiping past error logs and satellite tracking sweeps. "The world is bleeding a new color, Phoenix," Ryan murmured, his voice a metallic rasp that rattled the stagnant air. He tapped the primary console, and a digital flare lit up the stone walls, reflecting in the mercury pools on t

Ryan. "Dr. Ryan, I need to know what happened to my mother. I want to know the truth. I'm requesting an autopsy, and I want to know if it's possible to examine the person's fingertips who...who killed my mom." Dr Ryan's expression turned serious, and he nodded. "I understand your concerns, Aries. An autopsy can provide us with more information about your mother's passing. Regarding the fingertips, we can examine them for any DNA evidence or fingerprints that might be relevant to the investigation."

She replied, "Alright. I don't want to waste your time, Captain Falderson. Is there anyone among your colleagues who can help me investigate the case related to Henry Crawford? I have the soft copy of the case report on my computer if anyone can look into it." "Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt, he's a tough cop and a little more gutsy than my other colleagues. But let me say it again, Em ... your opponent is too tough this time. Put your own safety first before you try to act like the goddess Athena for the people who demand justice from you!" Ryan lit his cigarette and took a deep drag, gazing into the distance at the ceiling of his 3x4-meter office, filled with case files on crimes in the cit

she says then stops in her tracks, causing Arlo to look at her in confusion. "Arlo, where did Ryan disappear to? He hasn't returned," she inquired, her concern evident. Arlo, struggling with a tinge of jealousy, attempted to downplay her question. "He's probably gathering evidence for Brian," he replied, clasping Gina's hand without meeting her gaze, and they continued walking. In the underground confines of Brian's covert headquarters, Ryan sat immersed in his work, effortlessly and swiftly gliding from one workstation to another on a rolling chair. After a series of calculated movements, he emitted a triumphant sound, directing his heightened focus to a specific computer screen.

It had been a week since Ava started working with the NYPD and since then, Ryan had been ignoring her and Ava had been patient with him. "Hey Louis!" Ryan waved at a bearded white slender man from his office. "Please join me in my office!" Louis rushed over to Ryan's office, "Hey Ryan what's up?" The two men shook hands. "Yeah I've been trying to solve this case on my own but now I realized that I'm gonna need all the help I can get!"