Black Hat X Dr Flug Novels & Stories

"Who?" "Alpha Draven," Jax reported, his eyes scanning the decrypted text. "He’s officially RSVP'd. He’s mobilizing his entourage to celebrate the new Beta heir. And your cover story worked flawlessly, Fenn—he specifically noted that his daughter Flynn and her mate Liam are coming with them to enjoy the bonfire."

He sat in a room with two men in suits that cost more than Miller’s car—Department of Justice. "Mr. Hawke," the lead agent said, sliding a folder across the table. "We have the data from the 'Dark Site' in Florida. We know Damian leaked the protocols. We know Julian Reed funded the mercenaries in Switzerland. You’re a hero on paper. But we also found the records of the 'Hawke Anomaly' clinic in St. Moritz." Ethan didn't blink. He sat perfectly still, the "Ice King" persona fully restored. "A medical clinic for my mother’s respiratory issues is hardly a federal crime, Agent."

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

Draven stood rigid in the hallway, his arm tightened protectively around Belle, eyes fixed on two men at the far end. Diego leaned close to a companion, speaking quietly. The stranger’s face was half-shadowed, but Draven recognized that build, that stance, that cold, calculating aura instantly. Marcus Hale—his cousin’s right-hand man, the one who’d orchestrated data leaks and the attempted takeover of Blackwood Industries months before. The man who was supposed to be in prison.

Harris mumbled to himself as he paced around his office, his arms folded across his chest. "Zack and Riley must not know about this until then or else…" Zack barged into the office, cutting right through Harris' thoughts. "Someone at White Fir knows about the Flayerman." Zack announced as he dropped his laptop on Harris's desk. "Really? Who is he?" Harris asked as he stopped right in front of the table and looked into the laptop. "Flayerman was an Alpha and a notorious serial human flayer of the then River Moon Pack." Zack explained but Harris was quite confused.

V. Drax strolled toward his car in the underground garage, softly humming a tune to himself when the overhead fluorescent lights began to flicker. He glanced up at the erratic lighting but kept walking, trying to ignore the eerie sensation that had gripped him. The previous night, a man had nearly strangled him in his sleep. Drax had fought back, but the intruder was unusually strong and strangely scentless, dressed entirely in black. The intruder had vanished out of his window when Drax raised an alarm.

I patted his little head and ruffled his hair a little. I dropped my bag and provided a granola bar which I handed over to him. "Thank you,” he said full of smiles. I smiled back in return and nodded twice. "I'm Wayne,” Black dude said and extended his hand for a shake. "I'm Richard,” said taking his hand, “Richard Williams of the United States Special Forces at your service" I added military like, standing at attention. A gasp escaped Nick's mouth as he looked at me with surprise written all over his face. Yeah, the show wasn’t necessary, but I felt a necessity to make the environment more fun.

Even if X didn’t think it prudent to tell J everything, what he has told J wouldn’t be a lie. We’re headed into Tenochtitlan because Spitfire reached me on a tablet device that X had procured for Carl Jones in Underdenver. Everyone from Field Team 42 is all right (except for Mont, God rest him). It turns out that Spitfire is responsible for turning out the lights in the parking garage when X and I were confronted by Mr. Y during my extraction from the surface hospital. With her computer hacking skills, she’d been the one cooking up the distractions in the pace while X got me out of there.

“Boy, you’re quite good. But do you know who I am?” Harvey remained indifferent. “Why don’t you tell me who you are?” The bald man grinned. “The name’s Big Fly. You don’t even know me, but you still have the guts to create trouble in my turf?” “Big Fly?” At the rear, someone gasped. “The number one thug under Denzel Washington, the big boss of the streets of Mordu—Big Fly?!” Apparently, the elites of Mordu’s upper class circles all knew who Big Fly was!