Books Written By Cia Agents Novels & Stories

Wendy had just become the most protected asset in America, and Bliss was paying the price. What chapped Travis' ass the most was that these weren't just any hired toughs. These were federal agents. Badge carrying CIA officers. Which might explain some of Grayson's hesitance about speaking to the FBI. The two agencies didn't always play nicely together. The phone in Travis' pocket vibrated. For a moment he considered ignoring the call. Chances were it was Ryan Brooks calling him again to relay some bit of knowledge that wouldn't help him find Bliss. It wasn't Ryan.

Mona turned to Gabriella as she slammed the door behind her. *Do you even know what you are saying? An undercover CIA agent? Are you crazy?" Mona asked as Gabriella slipped her hand into the back of her jeans trousers and brought out her phone. The CIA login page was still on her phone and she turned to the girls who stared at her wide eyed and in shock. Gabriella further type din her log in details in front of them and then turned the page to them to show that she had logged in. "What… .. what... what.

The bandages the EMT had wrapped around my palms were already starting to fray, the white gauze stained with the rust-colored marks of the night’s work. ​Across from me, a man in a navy suit—Special Agent Miller of the FBI—flipped through a stack of documents that had been printed from the Julian Vane files. He didn't look like a man who had just cracked the biggest corporate fraud case of the decade. He looked like a man who had a mortgage and a headache.

Rosaline then walked closer to Noah while looking directly in his eyes without even blinking once. "Look, who's talking? The one who changes his loyalty like a girl changing her clothes. Me, switching men, God Miller!! At least I have a little self-respect unlike you who crawls back to the one whom you had backstabbed just to be in charge of power and money. Even a dog will look at you in disgust, you brazen moron. A malodorous chicken who lives under the mercy of rich and powerful guys just to brag about its strength when even it doesn’t have any. I pity you baby; you are nothing but a fickle-minded bonehead. I can't even believe that you were the top Agent of CIA. I don't even understand w

“You were wrong! Secret agents, bitch.” “CIA,” said Maurice. “FBI.” They weren’t even making sense at this point. Possibly the surge in adrenalin had proved toxic and they were both brain damaged. I would have slapped them out of their hysteria but Bibler walked into the room. Claire and Maurice immediately clammed up and looked at each other nervously.

Agent Nelson, DEA. Finally, the third agent stepped forward and extended her hand. She was probably 5' 7", attractive with sharp features, and dressed impeccably in a tailored wine-colored suit and white silk blouse. Her smile never faltered throughout the display of jurisdictional dick measuring. "Agent Stephanie Russo, CIA." Ben's brows rose in surprise. "CIA?" Her smile widened as the other two agents scowled. "Yes. The press got pretty excited when you showed up in Los Angeles, so we expected these agencies to make a play for the late Mr. Hahn's items in the shipping container. And they did-"

I desperately wished Javi could be sitting next to me, holding my hand. Scott made a few remarks and then everyone turned to look at me. Whew, all right here we go. “My name is Rae Jansen, I am an analyst for the CIA, and a student at American University, finishing my graduate degrees in mathematics and international relations. I want to start by thanking everyone for their well wishes and encouragement to my family and I during this ... rather difficult time. I also want to humbly thank those who helped bring me home, I am forever in your debt.

He said with a shrug. Walking back to his office table, where the CIA agents were working, he said, “Let’s do it” “I’ll get the money ready” I said, reaching for my phone, I dialed my bank manager. ~~~ We crowded round the black mobile phone sitting on the table, all five of us in the office, watching it as it rang on speaker. After a few rings, the call was picked. Immediately, one of the CIA agents, reached for a black switch in the box and flipped it on. A red dotted light began blinking, indicating that the call was being tracked and recorded now. The agent gave Aolo a go-ahead sign.

CHAPTER ONE First impressions Strands of dark brown hair of the beautiful woman swayed, as the footsteps wrapped in expensive high heels on both legs squeaked against the marble floor of New York City's famous shopping center—along with both hands carrying several paper bags in different sizes. Her name is Alessia Mikhayla. A woman with a firm build with thick eyebrows, a sharp nose and small pink lips. Beautiful and charming. At least, that's how people think of him. Alessia is a member of the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) secret recruitment agency. No one knows his profession, including his family. Alessia hides her identity as a troop of the GK group which is none other than Girls Kni

"Why start The Covenant?" Morrison settled back. Comfortable. Like he'd been waiting decades to tell this story. "1971. I'd spent ten years working CIA operations. Southeast Asia. Latin America. Eastern Europe. I did things. Things the government needed done but couldn't officially sanction. Things that would destroy careers. End freedom. Put men in prison if they ever surfaced." "So you built protection." "I built a brotherhood. Men like me. CIA. Military intelligence. Government contractors. All of us carrying secrets. All of us vulnerable. If one man talked, we all fell. So I created a structure. Mutual protection. Shared silence. Nobody talked because everybody was equally exposed."