Baca The Double Agent Novels & Stories

Stephen ask then glance at Cliff who was always busy with her laptop, then Cliff stop typing then she type again like she was typing for some informations. "Well according to my records here it's a Government Agency with secret agents with long missions such as guarding government people with need protection and some other agents got a missions on being, a spy acting like a normal people to eye on there target and according to there missions right now as Jade said they are eyeing on us" Cliff said and typing for some reason that she wants info more about the agency she was talking about,. "Ohhhh agents hah wow can we see a Women with black suits with Knife on there shoes like that?" Kenzo ju

The low hum of the ship’s massive diesel engines vibrated through our chairs, a heavy, rhythmic heartbeat that felt like the pulse of the ledger itself. "Because Julian Vane is currently a dead man to every intelligence agency on the planet," Aisha whispered, her amber eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity. "The moment he steps into a digital network or uses a known asset, the illusion shatters. He cannot move the gold, Elara. He cannot touch the Swiss vaults. He needed someone whose hands were clean of the corporate bloodline, but whose heart was dark enough to play the game."

I squashed down the turbulent emotions in me and forced my broken body out of the restaurant. I deleted all of Dale’s contact numbers and threw away my SIM card. From this moment on, I had cut all ties with him. … Dale’s phone rang while he was sending River back home. He answered it, only to receive terrifying news. “Hello, we’re the South Road Riverstate police. We’ve retrieved a drowned corpse from the river, along with a suicide note and a pardon letter. “The pardon letter was written by you for River Stane, and we’ve verified the contents of the suicide note. Lyra Stane, your wife, is the one who wrote it. Please come and retrieve her body…”

I was confused and blank at the same time, but I kept digging through her purse until I found a number card with a title on it. “Agent Black,” I read out. There was nothing else on the card except his number. My heart had begun to pound heavily on my shirt. Then I took out her phone, gasping aloud as I saw a screensaver of Bambi and Maxton from a few years ago, particularly, a picture of when they were having an intimate moment.

“Adrian Vale pays well for ‘real.’ He doesn't like to be disappointed.” “Adrian Vale pays you for your loyalty,” I said, my voice hardening. “I’m here to offer you something better.” Miller tilted his head, his eyes narrowed. “I’m a professional. I don't switch sides for a few extra zeros.” “I’m not asking you to switch sides,” I replied. “I’m asking you to become a double agent. I want you to keep working for Adrian. I want you to give him everything he asks for. But I want the information to come from me first.”

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

she repeated, surprised. Elena nodded, tense, waiting for Ms. Jessica's answer. "Oh, Miss Hazel with the brown eyes, yes!" Ms. Jessica said enthusiastically. Elena grew more excited, nodding emphatically. "Oh, she comes here often, but I'm not sure what she does for work," Ms. Jessica explained, which made Elena frown again. "Huh, what do you mean, ma'am?" Elena asked, confused. "Well, they say she's a secret agent, miss!" Ms. Jessica said, now speaking in the fluent style of women her age.

Santiago probably saw him marking the book at some point and that's why he came looking for him. — But why? What interest would he have in this story? — Olga handed me the cup of coffee and I nodded my thanks. —Santiago was a double agent. Unfortunately Richard didn't realize this. We found monthly deposit receipts in Santiago's name. — I took a sip of coffee and continued. — Probably Richard had put him in charge of helping the family that adopted Julia. While I explained my theories to Olga, Matheus looked at the book insistently. I kept talking as I watched my son pacing back and forth.

They turned, calling her back. “Jasmine what the fuck are you doing?” The agent fussed at her. The men turned their guns to her as she gulped. “Don’t shoot please. I’m the double agent working with Saheeb. I know the codes to the bombs. The Americans kidnapped me and held me hostage thinking me to be a spy, but I didn’t tell them anything.” Jasmine lied, heart pounding as her voice started to crack. The agents looked to each other as if they didn’t believe her. “It’s true. Saheeb told me to tell you Hashem.” She spoke directly to the one closer to her establishing the connection by using his name.

It irks him that sometimes, the man who couldn’t feel any emotion somehow understands the others better than him. Michael had reported what he had learned about Mr Bullswood. He is a double agent of two countries, but he made an underhand deal with one of the British agents, who hasn’t been reporting or not been in touch with the agency. Michael suspects that Mr Bullswood's death could be done by one of their agents, which would be putting a strain on the Intelligence British government once the other countries had learnt of it.