Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Wyatt yelled as he punched in 1493 into the keypad. Cole’s eyes flickered to the pack house hearing Wyatt’s mindlink. He needed to get there. He could feel Cole’s strength starting to fade. He thought of Nora and it pushed him forward. Logan suddenly by his side. “Let’s do this wolf.” Logan said seeing Cole was the only one without a teammate,

Still works for me though because this was the exact spot where I had asked Falkor to appear with Tyler, and I was certain they had made it here, hiding in the woods with the captive. Logan must have scented them hence the abrupt halt. I joined them on the ground and glowed my eyes, squinting through the forest. A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as Keaton hurried to the booth of the car, tossing daggers and blades to each of us. He slung a crossbow and a quiver of an arrow across his shoulder and moved toward me. “Why are you doing this, Grainne? Aiden is understandable because I killed his father, but you. I trusted you. We trusted you.” Logan said out of the blue and turned toward me

He races up the stairs to the helm, where Sawyer turns, casting a wild look at the two of us. Logan pants as he rasps, “I pledge my loyalty to the pack Tempest Valley and its Alpha and Beta.” I rear back, my heart skipping several beats as he says the unthinkable, “I denounce my affiliation to the pack Silverhide, of the Deadlands, and it’s Alpha.” “Oh, my Goddess,” I whisper. Logan’s hand unravels from mine, my arm falling slack at my side. Sawyer clasps his arm, nodding grimly.

We were not really sure which of his men were working for Victor, and hacking into his computer network directly would tip him off. So we went the cyber route. Logan is a trained hacker that used to work for the CIA before he joined the Confradia. He’s actually one of the few Confradia men who did not come from a military branch. He’s what you would call a child prodigy. Logan graduated from college at age fourteen with a Ph.D. from MIT in computer engineering and was recruited by the CIA soon after. He is a tech pioneer in the industry. The now-deceased Hunter Cohen couldn’t even compare, and he was a tech prodigy in his own right. It took some work, but Logan could hack into Victor’s secur

He ran until his lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass, plunging into the dark alleyways of Havenfall. He reached the docks, the neon lights of the city reflecting in the oily puddles. A black sedan sat idling under a flickering streetlamp. The back door opened. "You took your time," a voice purred. Zack froze. A man stepped out, tall and draped in a coat that looked like it cost a thousand lives. Ethan Cole. The head of Cocolink. The man who had been haunting the edges of Zack’s nightmares for years. "Logan is dead," Zack panted, crouching like an animal ready to bolt.

Elder Griffiths poured the warm tea into the cup while silently watching the winds which were knocking against the window frame. The lights which were illuminating the council grounds were moving left and right as they dangled by a large string with a canopy on top of the bulb. But just as he lifted the cup which was sitting on the table to his lips, the door of his office was pushed open and in came the youngest yet the deadliest alpha Logan. Seeing him enter his office, Elder Griffiths turned and looked at him. His eyes fell on the blood stains which were at the tip of Logan’s shoes and then set down the cup which was in his hand before grimly asking,

What he said next destroyed the world around me, cracking the hope that had filled me a few minutes ago. Mason, Logan, and I did this together. Mason Stevens... "Nice gun," I whispered, sitting down on the couch. Logan lowered it, putting it back in the holster at his waist. "It's a Glock G43, special edition." I took the bowl of popcorn. “They love giving them new toys in the special forces, huh?” Logan sat on the opposite couch. "What were you trying to do when I came in?" "Jealous?" Logan snorted. “No.”

“Logan ... this is Jax and AJ ... we live right down here, it’s the only house nearby ... do you guys need a hand or anything” “Well I guess we need to get some transport and help to get the bus out, maybe you know who to call ...”. The guy says looking a bit uncertain. Suddenly a sleek looking guy in expensive slacks and a dirty polo shirt steps up. “Wait I know you ... you are Logan Walker, the actor”. “Uhm yeah I am ... and you are ?” I honestly don’t like him much, he just has an unpleasant aura, and a smell that makes my nose itch, but I remind myself not to judge him without giving him a chance. Maybe he is shaken by the accident.

Becker figured they planned to initially wipeout the weakest link. Becker sat in a secluded room. He thought of Cook and Rios during radar scan. It located Logan’s whereabouts. Becker unable to see Logan out in the territory this led him to believe the assassin hid inside a private section of the headquarters, perhaps planning the next target. Cook’s face flashed across his thoughts. He towered six foot three, large frame carrying two hundred and twenty pounds. His bald head always looked rough. He had dark eyes cropped hair. Cook forty years in age, but appeared grayer. Fighting in Iraq, suffering torture from his opponents in the army roughed him up severely.

Esther sipped her coffee and silently observed without disturbing Logan's thoughts. Logan put on gloves and carefully picked out crucial items from the garbage, putting them into another bag. After tying the bag securely, he threw it back into the trash bin. Logan washed his hands, drank his coffee, and stood beside Esther. Slowly, he explained, "Mr. Sinclair suspects that this group is related to the drug traffickers involved in the incident with your father." Esther's gaze sharpened with a hint of killing intent. "You—" Logan interrupted Esther's question and said, "I only know this much now. We need to continue the investigation for specifics. However, whether you can restart that code un