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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.

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.”

- "Listen, at night, most of the people who work in the organization either sleep in the room or go home and take their second identity, that's about an hour or two and then they'll go back to the organization to continue their work." Just how much overworked people does the head of the organization want? Though it is not mandated to have a second identity to be a spy, that's necessary if you want to have your spy-life secured. It's a tough job, but just like what Ace did, he used it to his advantage, he built every inch of it with metal that even Blanche didn't notice.

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.

Orlando stretched out his hands for her to shake and she reluctantly accepted it, when she did the feeling of closeness became stronger. ‘wait a second… I remember those glasses- I-I remember that face… that voice... it sounds so familiar’ After a few seconds, her blood ran cold upon realizing it. ‘Oh my gosh! It’s the guy who tried to kill me!’ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello dear fam! Just a short notice that there will be gradual changes to my work, but do not forget to add it to your library right now so you don't miss the new updates. Billionaire spy is undergoing final edits. Peace out! © 2021 Salem Goodness

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.