Brett Willis Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

Staring at his wrist, Rhode studied the time on his watch and said, “Two hours from now.” At twelve on the dot, Noah was standing in front of the Carnell’s mansion gate, dressed in dusky black jeans and a dull blue shirt, his hair neatly brushed back, “Name,” The security at the gate asked, eyeing Noah suspiciously. “Jack Curtis,” Noah said, holding a fake ID that Rhodes had made for him. “I am here for an interview for the servant position.” Looking through his identification, the security guard nodded and said, “Come this way.”

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

"He'll fill you in on the details of what you'll be doing tonight. I'm going to find Don, and we'll meet you later." Stuart walked down one of the many hallways in the underground headquarters while Carl pointed Katie in the opposite direction. "I've heard a great deal about you, Mrs. O'Brien," Carl said, "I know you're pretty up to date on most of new computers on the market, so what I'm about to show you might seem a bit strange." "Oh, like a secret U.N.C.L.E. headquarters underneath a bakery isn't strange?" she said. "I know what you mean. Anyway, this is the mainframe of the Midwest operation. What you'll be doing tonight is connecting our system with Wyatt's so we can monitor everything

"This is what he wanted all along. Not the money, not the company. He wanted to destroy me personally." "But how did he get this footage?" I ask, my voice wavering slightly. "Building security, traffic cameras, probably paid people to follow us." Brett begins pacing like a caged animal. "He's been building this for quite some time." My phone rings and it's Channel 7 News again. "Don't answer it," Brett says quickly. But it's too late. The phone has auto-answered on speaker, broadcasting the caller's voice into the empty boardroom. "Ms. Plia? This is Jessica Martinez from Channel 7. We're running a story tonight about your relationship with Brett Graham. Care to comment?"

KATE He is the one of them. RILEY Yes, I remember it was the one that Neet choked. ------------------------------------ Everyone was shocked except the girls that I chocked someone unconscious and killed another. Well it didn't matter now if they know I killed or not cause I was guessing that I will have to reveal myself sooner than later. It's better to start preparing my exposure I guess. ------------------------------------ NEET Lev send someone to get him here. Maybe he will tell something useful.

Between Hudson and Wilder, there hadn’t been much left of Bruce Wei to dispose of and I was glad I hadn’t witnessed what they’d done to the man. I was feeling restless and I had the information Hamil sent me. The man that sent me that video was Wally Brown, a distributor for the Suarez Cartel. It seemed odd that Kaelis would know people like that or maybe she’d been giving them information about me. I couldn’t really figure out how because I didn’t tell her any of that stuff and the entire house was checked daily for bugs and wires. I glanced at the watch on my wrist and saw that it was close to midnight. I focused on work and more work. I slept less and some days I couldn’t remember when I

"Then I'll accompany you." The next evening, the meeting was scheduled to take place at a small, dark tavern on the city's outskirts. Nervous, Nicholas and Cassie showed up early. While they were waiting, Nicholas's phone rang with a message from Grant: “Marcus Kane is the whistleblower. Former Everett Holdings PR chief.” A man in his late forties entered a few minutes later, his eyes darting anxiously and his shoulders slumped. Without saying anything, he walked up to their table and took a seat.

I observed him and he definitely seemed off, like something was eating at him. “What is it?” I asked, setting the shovel aside and watched him intently. “Nothing. Just know that Alexia returned.” Brett said, focused on the task at hand. “Bull. Something is up, normally we can’t get you to shut up and you never miss out on a chance to talk about Kyra. So, I will ask again. What is it?” I asked, starting to feel like there was something I needed to know. “I can’t tell you.” Brett said, not looking at me.

*** KAT *** The men were in Colton's office so I had some breathing room. Cierra and I had been putting our heads together all evening trying to figure out a way around Colton and his psychosis, now we're calling in reinforcements. For all that she's a federal agent, her husband doesn't tell her anything either, so we have to go digging on our own.

“I think you know that we’d appreciate that. It’s not easy not knowing what’s going on.” “Damn straight,” Kansas Milligan piped up. “The guessing and speculation is worse than the reality.” “Well,” said Cowboy McDermott with his trademark irreverent grin. “At least I hope that reality and the truth are better than the disaster shit that’s been going through my head.” All the men nodded, still staring at their new President. “OK, then.” Scars cleared his throat. “So, this is the deal, the whole unvarnished truth. You guys all know Travis Denton, King’s cop buddy out in Salt Lake City? The one who helped bust up that cult that Elle was in?”