Deighton Spy Novels & Stories

I say staring intensely at him in his eyes. “maybe he really wasn’t a spy, planted to sabotage the movement of the shipment” says Damien Davies my right hand man and good friend, as he lets out a sigh. “seeing the way you’ve beaten and tortured the shit out of him, if he knew anything, I’m sure he would have spoken up a while ago”

the two spies were fast with what they did, only spending a total of nine minutes in reading and memorizing the files. once the two spies have left his office, Dean Malcolm gathered the five files in his desk and scanned it himself. trying to see how come this five people were the only ones that are suspected. the line of his thoughts about the case were that a lower ranked personnel would be the primary suspect as they have the most access in the perimeters, that surely a low ranked personnel would know better the places that an outsider can sneak in. but then again, the security of the school is tight as Area 51, it is still highly impossible to have a blind spot in the school ground. he t

Erlyn said. He also didn't lie because he never knew the Mama of the Pack or the island. "North? I never heard that the island has inhabitants, do you know about that my son?" Daniel asked looking at his son. "I heard that they have inhabitants father, but I don't know the truth of it. Why would you know about it anyway," said Dantley who looked distinctly like Marteen. "This girl doesn't look suspicious, if you suspected that she might be a spy why didn't you just throw her out of the car?" Dantley said in a slightly stern voice. He knew that Daniel very often suspected that the person he met might be a spy, so Dantley said that because he had been told by his prey before transforming into

Deagan and Malden had began keeping a close eye on Stanley ever since they discovered he was the betrayer amongst them. They had made sure to not raise any suspicion and continued to treat him like any other member of their team. That was their best way of playing cautious. If they wanted to get rid of him well, they knew how to act and when to do it. However, they had not expected gid behaviour when he learnt that Matt had been released. And this raised their suspicions on him more, wondering what that he was planning.

For more than two hours, Damien has been watching his mate as she slept like a baby. Not long after his phone buzzed again, and he picked it up tirelessly. "What?" He said into the phone without looking at the caller. "There is a spy among us, he already told them about our plan." He heard the caller say. He removed the phone from his ear to check the name displayed on the phone. He saw it was Daren, then he sat gently on the bed, not wanting to wake his mate up.

Estella obeyed. Page after page. Document after document. Until she reached an old archived report. A photograph. A meeting photograph. She froze. Lionel stopped breathing. Inside the picture stood several familiar faces. Benedict Deveraux Kennington. Orlando Laurent Bernardi. Herman Wide Cassidy. And— "Dad..." The word escaped before she realized it. Duan Dyne stood among them. Younger. Alive. Watching the camera. Below the photograph sat an official classification record.

“Oh, we’re doing spy stuff now? I’m living for this energy.” “You laugh now. But be careful.” Later that evening, we prepped. Diana dressed in a navy jumpsuit, her makeup subtle but fierce. I clipped the tiny recorder beneath her lapel, just inside the fabric. “If he makes a move or says anything sketchy, keep him talking,” I instructed, adjusting the wire. “Relax, mama bear. I’ve got this,” Diana whispered, giving me a wink. I stayed in the car outside the restaurant with my laptop connected to the receiver. My fingers trembled as I adjusted the sound levels, tuning in just in time to hear Adrian’s voice.