Best Cold War Spy Novels Novels & Stories

she said, her voice breaking like a half cried, “I know he did. Oh… Isaac look at our childs, they’re going through hardest struggle just to save you, please come back.” “Dad, you know the spy was Alistair Wilburn. He’s the one who gave them the blueprint of Black Widow so they could break in and steal everything. But don’t worry. This will all be over soon.” I spoke to him softly, hoping somewhere deep down he could hear me. A moment later, the door opened and Malcolm walked in. I rolled my eyes with an exasperated groan. “Why are you out of bed already? Shouldn’t you still be recovering from those wounds?”

A month later, one of the police officers in Columbus City told me that Snowie's case had ended. Snowie Walton's real name was Suki Winterfeld, hailing from Gerpania. She was sent over to our country ever since she was young, groomed to enter the National Defense University just to steal confidential documents. They also found other spies like her, who had been groomed since young to steal important documents, in other important universities. They all used the same method. First, they accuse a classmate and isolate them. Then, after stealing confidential documents, they blamed it on that classmate.

There was no time and J wasn't something I wanted to deal with. Quickly I made it to the room. Placed the bomb on the safe. Immediately I opened it, to my surprise the disk wasn't there. Before I could get up, I heard a trigger pull. “Stand up, slowly” It was none other but the fish we were fishing. “Who are you?” “Answer me!” He yelled. I turned around and saw how he was shaking. “I didn't ask you to turn” “I'm an agent” “Ohhh, the CIA. You guys have been unto me for some time now”

Ace groaned but couldn't do anything when he raised his white flag on Slidell, he sat on his small square table beside the wall and sipped his black coffee. He was thinking of what to do next. Slidell told him everything and surprisingly, Slidell had the talent to be a spy. Cleo Martinez was just a fake name Blanche created, he knew that even before he told Slidell but what intrigued him more was when Slidell found out that Misha and Blanche were sharing a room and that some boy named Astolfo also goes a few times on their room but he stopped coming a few days now. All of that information was collected because Slidell befriended a hotel bellboy. Even though he got mixed signals from the girl

Before I could ask, he added, “Ron fucked us up. He lied to us. It was never the higher authorities that wanted us to go on all these fucking missions.” He turned the screen slightly, and I glanced into a long list of clients who currently had people working for them, people like us, uncovering secrets, destroying threats, and so on. Salazar, Alfaros, Shimizu, Mikhailov, Wellington, Howard, Kennedy. I had been in the Mafia world long enough to have been acquainted with these names. “These aren’t government officials. They’re all—” “Mafia, businessmen, dirty politicians, criminals,” Cole completed, taking the words out of my mouth. “Skyfall isn’t a government organisation. The mission Harley

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

Her access to the leaked proposal, when she had opened it, when she had edited it, who she had shared it with. Her answers came steadily, even as her confusion grew. Nothing she had done felt wrong. She had followed protocol, she had documented everything. By all means, she was clean. But then one of them turned a screen toward her, and a login entry blinked on the monitor. A login entry that boasted of her credentials, accessing the file late at night, outside office hours. She blinked. “I didn’t do that.” Nathan’s gaze flicked toward her. “Are you sure?” the officer asked gently.

“She was in Elara’s quarters two nights before we left for the forest, alone, with no witnesses.” Milo stiffened. “That’s enough of a red flag.” “She had access,” I growled. “And a motive. We all know she’s never liked Elara. She’s always been too involved in matters outside her rank.” “Understood,” Jack said. “We’ll bring her in. It will be subtle, but quick.” As they left, I sent word to Storm to prepare a truth serum, one we reserved for interrogation of spies and traitors. He didn’t even question it, he just replied with “Ten minutes.”

It was like I'd been cursed too—I was ready to protect the sisters at all costs. I lunged forward with the bottle. "Stop!" A commanding voice rang out! Colin froze, his eyes shifting from confusion to fear. Then, he stammered, "Y-you're not dead?" I turned around, just as shocked. Rachel, completely unharmed, was standing in the doorway! Behind her were Tracy and several police officers. "Colin Booth, we suspect you're involved in a case of bribery, embezzlement, and conspiracy to commit murder. Please come with us."

Ruby shook her head in denial as she still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her loving father was a part of such an organization. How could the man who raised her with so much love, care and gentleness be a part of an organization that kills people? She couldn’t bring herself to believe it. “Your dad betrayed the mafia, he embezzled some money and that was what led to his death. And the only reason why you and your sister are still alive was because he kept your existence a secret...And you were safe until you married me and the bratva got to know your real identity.” Ruby took a deep breath as she didn’t know what to feel anymore.