Baca The Double Agent Novels & Stories

"It's Josie, remember? And this chip is not just any chip. It's specially made for this kind of situation. An underground techie had it prepared and tested out the office. It scans hidden documents and messages and prints them all out like a fax. How do you think we found out Charleston was a double agent? And how do you think we found out Marie was pregnant when no one else knew? The device is something else. Seriously, now all I have to do is just get one of them there, in his office. Things can get really slow when it comes to the running time but we can do it under a week." He blinked at me. "wait, the agency has something as brilliant as that?" "Well, yeah." "So, why haven't you planted

My reflection looked tired, bloody and scarred. I touched my jaw—some sticky residue,ache, but not numb - ticket for surviving. I took the piece of paper out of my bra and stared at it lying casually in my palm. That’s when K realized that my trust has been fractured, and the war-heads in stock were just exposed by Alexander, a disgusting double agent who works for my father and swears loyalty to Elky. Emotions aside, at least the game got a lot clearer. I kinda liked that. I paced around my room for a bit. I eventually forced myself to sit down and work on the coordinates. There was a safe route planning to do, strategic like a chessboard.

While I had my cold apartment with dry bar and re-run of Breaking Bad. “Movement—oh shit, they are dealing here as Agent Zero suspected,” one agent from the van spoke. I tightened my ponytail. “Follow me after thirty seconds,” I patted Daniel’s chest, his golden wedding ring glinting as he asked for details on firearms through the earpiece. “Goodluck.”

Each books has two copies for her and Eliot, and for Mary. "We will go here first." She showed the first book and read the title. "Code99: The Promised." "Can you read the plot first please?" Eliot said. "Alright." Anastasia agrees before opening the book and clears her throat. "Working as an agent is already tiring as it is but having a secret relationship with your co-agent tops it all. Denver doesn't know how long could he take the pressure of being the ace of their agency and if it weren't for Stella, his co-agent and the love of his life, he would have left the agency a long time ago. But it only takes a matter of time before his love puts them both in danger." She reads before closing

Daniel froze, suitcase half-zipped in his hands. His eyes flicked from the two agents to the door, calculating. The male agent leveled his gun. “Put the bag down. Now.” Daniel raised one hand slowly, forcing a charming smile. “Gentlemen look, I think there’s been a mistake.” The female agent stepped in, her voice sharp. “No mistake. Daniel Elan Blackwood, you’re under arrest for aiding in the murder and cover up of Christina Vale.”

He looked furious as if he wanted to even do more. “Drail must have sent him here,” Derek said.“He’s testing how close he can get with all this situation.” Jax stood up, cleaning his hand on the dead man’s jacket like it was a normal thing that he used to do. Like life was that cheap. “He already knows that she’s here,” Jax said. “And he knows it’s her. Not the second one.” Raya’s head spun. The second one. “My twin,” she whispered. She couldn't even say the words very well. It was as if she would cause more trouble if she said it out loud.

A sort of numbness instantly gripped my heart. I winced as I noticed the swollen bags above his eyes. He was emitting distress and despair. It was infectious. I felt a sudden uneasiness creeping inside me as I regarded him. 'Something's wrong.' But before I could approach him, an officer had me sign some papers. My feet felt heavy as I inched toward Mr. Bolton. He stayed silent as I stood in front of him. I could see the tears brimming in his eyes. "Where's Dylan? If he decided to save me, why is he not here?"

The cabin was alive with tension. The air felt electric as Damian, Sage, Elias, and even Martin pored over the documents and files they had retrieved from Bancroft’s safe house. They worked in near silence, the faint hum of Damian’s laptop breaking the quiet as he decrypted files. Sage sat cross-legged on the couch, her fingers brushing over the edge of a page she had read for the third time. It was all damning. Every line, every note, every recorded conversation tied Victor Bancroft to a web of illegal dealings—money laundering, bribery, and worst of all, multiple assassinations.

Scarred jaw. Matteo's gut dropped. "You don’t look so good," the cigarette man said calmly. Matteo backed away. "I don’t know you." "But we know you," the umbrella man said. "We were watching the whole time. Even when you thought you were alone." Matteo's fingers curled. "Look, I don’t want trouble—" "You were trouble the moment you picked up that pouch," the umbrella man said. Cigarette man took a slow drag. Exhaled. "You really should’ve given us the real drive, Matteo. Now look at you. Playing double agent. Falling in love."

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.