Black Ops 3 John Taylor Novels & Stories

First-Person POV In Rudosco, I stood by the apartment window, looking out at the distant snow-covered mountains. Three days ago, the plane arranged by Professor Bianchi had landed at Eldrich Airport. We hadn't gone through the normal channels, and no immigration record had been left behind. "From this moment on, Valentina Esposito is dead," Professor Bianchi told me in the car. "You are Lena Rossi, my distant niece, here in Rudosco to conduct pharmaceutical research."

~Kai “Pick up, Dad. Please…” My voice cracked as tears blurred my vision. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely tap the screen to redial. Gunfire cracked through the night air like thunder. Three of my personal bodyguards lay dead around me, their blood soaking into the cracked concrete. We had been waiting twenty agonizing minutes for my father’s reinforcements. “Stay close, Young Master. Nothing’s going to happen to…” Taylor’s words cut off with a wet thud. A bullet slammed into the back of his skull. He crumpled forward, lifeless.

Malik said " Who's Taylor?" " The spy in Blackstone." Marco rolled his eyes He raised his eyebrows thoughtfully then he said, " You met Taylor? I didn't hear anything about him for two months now... I thought they killed him... Ahh I shouldn't think low about my best man." " So you don't know anything about your man?" " My right hand... Yeah... Thanks for telling me this... I'll try to contact him with some of my spies there." " Okay, for now goodbye." Marco said as he was about to hung up

“It wasn’t like the knockout fights.” “You did good.” I got a raised eyebrow and a wry grin back. “Taylor had his head ripped off by a hybrid. His fucking head. It took four of us to get that one down.” I said nothing. I knew which one he meant. Golden eyes, not even the biggest Hybrid but so driven by sheer anger and rage it was unstoppable. Finn led the others. He was the one who flung himself onto the fuckers back and helped pin him whilst the others tore into it.

“I can’t believe I’m laughing with a stranger after my closest one broke my trust…” The man’s smile faded slightly, and he looked at her with quiet understanding. He didn’t push her to elaborate, instead giving her a moment to gather herself. Then, as if sensing the need to break the tension, he spoke again. “I’m Taylor Wood,” he said, his tone warm and calm. “But you can just call me Tay.” Ariadne blinked at him, caught off guard. “Tay?” "Yeah. Short and sweet. Easier to yell if you ever need to call me for help.”

So Hyde has free access to my wife! Holy shit! -"Taylor, stay," I order. I can handle Hyde as much as he needs to help Ryan and Lough. -"No, sir. My duty is to ensure your personal safety," he retorts. -"Fuck off," I mutter. There's no time to waste arguing with Taylor about the obedience he owes to his fucking boss! I run to the elevator, and Taylor follows me. Hyde didn't have time to commit some atrocity that I'll make him regret. We enter the elevator, and I press the button corresponding to the third floor. The fifteen seconds between the first and third floors seems like an eternity.

“So don’t worry about making any noise.” A smirk tugged at Andriel’s lips—he knew exactly what kind of noise Hugo was hinting at. He stepped inside the cabin and found Taylor standing near the fireplace, shirtless, his pants hanging low as he cleaned the wound on his ribs. Andriel didn’t say a word at first. He grabbed his own pants, slipped them on, and let out a heavy sigh before crossing the room to Taylor. With a quick slice of his nail, he cut his hand and held it out.

Jhon didn’t manage to say more than this he had no issue recognising Adair and Justin and Gatlin, who don’t know him. “Are you awake now?” Justin asked, he really hates double face man like Jhon, in the army this man actually helping drug and arms dealers. “Justin, Adair, why are you doing this to me?” Jhon asked with confusion, his only deal with Alex ended years ago and now Alex is out of this country and there is no way they getting any evidence against him.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

It was the scent of an aphrodisiac drug that is peculiar to Lord Ash’s gang! No wonder Taylor couldn’t guess what it was. That was how it all happened! ‘F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!’ no matter how many f*ck he has the internal power to scream, reality is that he can’t change anything now. … After the officers left, Quinn July came to his room. The dead bodies of the guards had not been taken out yet. “You harvested a lot, huh?” He teased. “Not as much as you.” “Taylor is bold enough to want to kill me. Did he intend to cause war between both countries?” Quinn had been fighting off men in his room since.