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’ She internally said while trudging back to her class. It is true, spies belonging to ISO have rankings that work differently than what most people thought would be. Spy organisations portrayed in novels and movies are mostly described as a collection of anonymous people working for an even more anonymous person that gives them orders that could benefit the world. Usually, people or spies belonging to that organisation have rankings: a top 1, top 2 and so on; mostly classified on how many missions they have taken and how clean they did those missions— the more successful a mission is done, the higher their ranking. In short: you’re a great spy, you're rank 1.

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."

She sighs turning around back to the screen walking away a little but stops turning to look at me. "I can only answer two of those questions but first, I'm going to have to explain something to you." She sighs slowly walking back over to me, I just stand still staring at her getting rather worried. "I haven't been truthful to you about my line of work, I'm not a lawyer that helps rich people get away with things they shouldn't, I'm a spy." She bluntly says looking at me, I stare at her confused not believing her.

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.

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Mr Jem said and Clarissa jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands gleefully, Mr Jem looked at her and shook his head, she has always been so expressive he wondered how she manages to stay uncover and do her spy work, she would have made for a good actress if she didn’t chose to be a Spy. “What are you trying to say" John asked Elena, his back was resting on the white wall a his head bent slightly, his fingers were massaging his temples gently, Elena could tell he was running of patience. “I mean something is not right, I can’t shake the feeling that am missing something here, I want to look at copies of the letters sent out the last time especially to the one sent to Britt" Elena said, her

My handler’s voice still echoed in my ears as I stood outside the nondescript building in the rain. “This one’s different, Sabrina,” he had said. “Viktor’s no ordinary man. He’s unpredictable. Ruthless. He’ll see you coming from a mile away, so you’ll need to get close. Very close. Gain his trust. Make him believe in you. And when the time is right, you take him out.” Simple orders. But nothing about Viktor’s reputation suggested this would be simple. An international arms dealer with connections to cartels, mercenaries, and governments, he was a ghost who lived in the cracks of the world’s power structures.

He begged, “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” “Good boy.” I snickered and handed the pliers back to the soldier beside me. Dom inched closer too, to listen in. “Keep going until he spills all that he knows—his informants, where he keeps the girls, where he delivers them, and who picks them up. The drugs he uses for spiking and drugging the victims and the ones he sells off. I don’t care if this fucker dies in the process, but not before he confirms the location of the Ivanovs.”

Blanche rolled her eyes and rest her back, her hand accidentally swoop a stack of books on the side. "What's that?!" They heard them say, Blanche watched as dust flew and disappeared from the air. She focused on one particular journal that was shaded the brightest red from the others. She bend from her seat and picked it from the ground. "Don't touch that!" The man pointed at the bright red book on her grip, he did not leave from the small staircase that headed to the shelf. They're in the secret room of Noir, the second Blanche finished counting to three, he pushed the man together with him to the shelf that turned around and put them on the secret room were a bunch of books in wooden books

I went over to zip her up. “That’s a good question. Everything that you tell me about the other sponsors, like that politician who hasn’t done his taxes in years or that investor who bragged about sleeping with his daughter’s seventeen-year-old friend, I tell Dante. He passes the information to his police connections and from there, they launch their own investigation. A few arrests have already been made. You’ve already helped get a few of these terrible men off the streets,” I told her proudly. Alice smiled. “Cool,” she said, standing a little straighter.