Black Ops 3 John Taylor Novels & Stories

The silence in the room was defeaning, shrouded with tension. “I’m not your enemy, Carlos,” Taylan finally said cautiously. “You killed John Harper. You exposed Kyla’s identity on the dark web. And here you are claiming you’re not my enemy? You want to know what I think about that? Let these cuffs loose.” Carlos raised a brow. “Carlos, I… I know I’m shit.” “You work for the Serpent.”

“Enjoy prison, Graham.” They turned to drag him away, but just before he reached the shadows of the tunnel, Justin stopped. He glanced back over his shoulder, his toxic grin flashing one last time. “One more thing, Tyler,” he called out, popping his gum. “Player 033 on your own team… he’s got history with three years ago, too.” The officers yanked him forward, and he disappeared into the tunnel, swallowed by flashing cameras and shouting reporters. I stood frozen, heart pounding as his words looped in my head.

"Easy peasy." A grin formed on his face as he turned to Kira; the latter shrugged, rolling her eyes. "We have two left." Said Kira as he walked towards the entrance. "I'll take care of it." Trevor asserted. "You sure act like the hero, and it makes me want to puke because we both know you are the villain." Ignoring her sass, Trevor yanked a gun from one of the dead security agents and dashed outside. He swooshed to the back of the two unsuspicious men whose eyes were on the building and, perhaps, waiting for them to come out.

He asked curiously, “Patrol Yost?” It was only then Taylor’s voice came from the other side. His tone brimmed with repressed rage. “Stop provoking him for now. Give him what he wants. Tackling him requires a long-term plan.” Carlson froze before he asked frantically, “Patrol Yost, w-what do you mean?” Taylor’s answer came bursting with anger. “Randall Zabka is dead! Kayson Yarde killed him! He’s only a grandmaster, but he’s crazy skilled and can kill a warlord!

I leaned forward, my hands planted on the desk, my voice steady, my heart pounding. “There’s a syndicate boss running free,” I said, my eyes locked on John’s. “He’s the one Hayes used to kill Reynolds, Malik, Torres, Jenna, Lisa, and the likes of them. I plan on confronting him and bringing him in, but I need a tac team on standby.” John’s pen tapped the desk, his voice low, his eyes narrowing. “Give me a name, Caldwell,” he said, his tone cutting, his patience thin. “We don’t move blind.”

Their objective was to secure the Eldorian Scroll fragment. Even though their numbers were just shy of 10,000, their combat skills were very strong. A composed man alighted from the leading car. He had a look of determination on his face. He was John Anderson, the senior general of South Aridlands. He was also Caspian's former subordinate. In order for this operation to be smooth, John was personally leading the team. "Have this place cleaned up," John ordered. "When we enter the tomb, kill everyone except Caspian and our men!"

He says. "Alright." I say. The military had shown up in town to stop Evil Taylor so the President called the satellite phone but I wouldn't talk to him. So Jackson talked to him and assured him that his men weren't killed and the Evil Taylor was dead. I was back to normal. But it was the Hunters that bought out the Evil Taylor. They knew how to do it and used it to their advantage. And he seemed to accept that. But he would want to talk to me eventually.

Taylor is a former FBI agent but because he found out that Stephen Keller is looking for personal security for his family, he decided to retire early and dedicate his time in to the Keller's. Stephen is a childhood friend of Taylor and there is one time that Stephen saved him from being killed with those gangsters in their town. Since then, he vowed that whenever Stephen would need help, he will definitely be the first to arrive. And luckily, he's now being placed as Jace's family personal security. Jace is actually his godson, but Taylor don't want that to affect their employer-employee connection. It's enough for him to see that Jace grow up to be a respectful man not just to him but also