Civil Servant Hunter's S-class Resignation Log Novels & Stories

" Then he pulled a pre-printed document from his briefcase and slammed it down on the dining table. "Clara, Gina is soft-hearted and trying to give you a way out. This is a voluntary letter of resignation and confession to leaking classified information. Sign it right now. Admit to the leak. "As soon as you sign, get out of the city agency. Then the chief can consider not referring you to the prosecutor's office." I glanced down at the confession. The terms were written out clearly. Not only did I have to admit to stealing classified documents, I also had to admit I did it to pay off personal debts.

I turned around and headed for the exit. Harry immediately chased after me and blocked my path. "Are you angry because you were forced to give up your position to me, Cam? Ms. Smith was just speaking out of anger. She doesn't actually want to divorce you. It's all just a misunderstanding. There's nothing going on between her and me." He then began to usher me back inside, saying, "Go ahead and have lunch, Cam. I'll handle the cleaning." During our earlier argument, Rosalie had transferred me to the logistics department.

Tiziano had gone still near the window. I continued. "Luca ran her service record. Her last three years on the force were spent in the organized crime division — financial crimes unit specifically. She resigned eleven years ago without a disciplinary record, without a pension dispute, without any documented reason that appears in the official file." I looked at the table. "An eleven year old resignation with no documented reason from the financial crimes unit of the organized crime division is not a resignation." "It's a removal," Mirella said quietly. "Or a transition," Ciro said.

But honestly, I didn't care about the watch he promised me anymore. That night, I drew another sunflower on the back of the application. Eight days left. - On the third morning, the liaison from the home office delivered my ticket. My departure was right on schedule. I had officially resigned. Mr. Hall must've already spoken to the supervisor, so everything went smoothly. As I was packing up and carrying my box out, I overheard two operators gossiping in the hallway. "Did you hear? Commander Samson wants his childhood sweetheart to work at the station."

“The championship, I…” “You’re not getting out of this.” I could tell by his expression that it was a closed subject. “Thank you, Miller.” “That’s what I thought you would say. It might be a few days, but you will be reassigned. I’m sure you have items to finish up in your current projects, so get that done. Good job, Cami. I look forward to future work from you.” I walked out with my resignation letter clutched in my hand and went straight to the second floor where I shredded it. Kathy gave me a large hug, and my fellow classified workers congratulated me. My dream was finally coming true and I was completely miserable.

"The championship, I-" "You're not getting out of this." I could tell by his expression that it was a closed subject. "Thank you, Miller." "That's what I thought you would say. It might be a few days, but you will be reassigned. I'm sure you have items to finish up in your current projects, so get that done. Good job, Cami. I look forward to future work from you." I walked out with my resignation letter clutched in my hand and went straight to the second floor where I shredded it. Kathy gave me a large hug, and my fellow classified workers congratulated me.

“so..at the end, I ended up hunting those who is so much dipped their toes in my demise…until almost everyone pays for it…the last person was the Brigadier General..I made him become disabled..then I negotiated with the Pentagon…which at the end they agreed to let me go..with a dishonourable discharge…but in returns, all my files will not be expunged, including the SS Project files..which were supposed to be the State secrets…and I owned the files…So, I returns of me not hunting all of them down including the President at that time..we agreed to let each other off…I walked of free of charge and gain my normal life..and their with their life..you know..my records..is considered a state secret

No interviews. No public anger. No emotional retaliation. Just systems. Procedure. Documentation. He had underestimated how dangerous restraint could be. Evening, The First Defection Her phone rang again. Same board member. This time, His voice shook. “They’re requesting archived authorization logs.” “Yes,” she said softly. “He didn’t purge everything.” “I know.” A long silence. “I didn’t sign off on that transfer.” “I know.” “If they review the internal log… it will show he bypassed us.”

I sat up slowly and answered, pulse steadying itself on instinct. “Agent Gray,” the voice began. Formal. Measured. As always. “Agent Gray speaking, Master,” I said, composed. Bracing. “You are advised that your identity, alias, and prior operational records remain classified. Your protection status is unchanged. All identifying files remain secured under Level V encryption and have been withdrawn from international clearance grids.” My jaw tightened. A pause lingered before the shift. “Irenic has been officially decommissioned. Effective immediately.” The words landed hard,clinical, clean. A surgical cut.

Once inside, I shut the door behind me and pulled out my phone. I dialed James. He answered on the second ring. “Sir.” “I want every shred of evidence we have on Ethan—now. Bring everything to me before the board reconvenes,” I said, voice clipped, no patience for delays. “Yes, sir. We were waiting for his secretary to check in. She—uh—she was responsible for some of the logging and coordination,” he said, hesitating. I narrowed my eyes. “Then get her.” “That’s the problem. HR says she resigned this morning. She emailed her resignation—effective immediately. No one knows where she is. She barely interacted with anyone besides Ethan.”