Espionage Novels & Stories

“What is it? What did they say?” Savita, her eyes wide with a raw, primal fear, could only manage a single, choked word: “Espionage.” He snatched up the remote and unmuted the television. The secure news channel was no longer showing stock tickers; a stern-faced anchor was broadcasting a breaking, national news alert. The chyron beneath him read: CENTRAL BUREAU FREEZES BASTI PROJECT: MAJOR AVIATION SCAM AND SPY RING SUSPECTED.

I leaned in closer to Damon, my voice dropping to a hushed tone. "Damon, we must create an illusion of vulnerability. We will disseminate carefully curated information, hints of valuable secrets that would undoubtedly entice the spy to make their move. By feeding them morsels of enticing knowledge, we can compel them to act, to expose themselves in their desperation to gain the upper hand." Damon's eyes gleamed with intrigue, his mind already calculating the possibilities. "Sir, I propose we use a combination of forged documents and manipulated conversations, alluding to hidden alliances and forbidden knowledge. This will undoubtedly pique the curiosity of the spy, tempting them to reveal th

His playful face became nonchalant in seriousness as he went to one of the work areas that seemed to be a little darker in lighting compared to the other work areas. This was the work area for hackers, wiretappers and spies, their job is to keep an eye on people which they are tasked to do and gain as much information as they could about them.

The familiar armor was there, but beneath it something sharper stirred. “What happened,” she asked. Nathaniel hesitated. For months, information had been his weapon and his shield. But something in the way she waited, not demanding, not assuming, shifted his balance. “We detected espionage,” he said. “Someone is studying the company from the inside.” Lillian closed the book. “Is it dangerous.” “It could be.” “To you,” she clarified. “Yes.” She considered that quietly. “And to me.” He did not lie. “Yes.”

He started to speak, but Era continued. "You really are outrageous, Oscar. How dare you tell Seth to spy on me!" Strangely enough, Oscar found Era's anger somewhat amusing. He imagined how red Era's face must be. "Era, it seems I need to clarify a few things. First of all, spying means monitoring actions unknown to the object. But you? You're obviously aware of Seth's presence. So, in other words, I can't say I'm spying on you." "Oh, really, Oscar? Well, what should I call it?"

Kyle muttered to hold her attention. "None of the above." Veronica sighed and drank some juice. "Man, why would his mom let 'em know? If she's undercover or something, I doubt her family knows what she actually does." "Undercover?" Veronica chuckled at the idea and even shook her head in disbelief. "What?" Dan turned to her and shrugged. "Never heard of informants before? Come on..." "The DEA has a special program for informants. Pays snitches hundreds of millions yearly for espionage and underground intel. Two hundred plus last year." Kyle stared at her, hoping to make her consider the idea.

"If it's a fake, it's the best I've ever seen. Ever." "Does Netta do any of the programming for Foresta?" Foster asked. "I can't get any information on her from my guys." "What is it you do, again?" Momma asked him. "I'm in counterespionage, ma'am." Momma's brows rose high. "Is that so? So you are a spy by trade." Foster nodded. "Yes." He didn't elaborate. Momma gave a ‘hurrumph' and turned back to Nik. "Anything else, my dear?"

I opened it and saw the world peeled back: cargo manifests dressed up as agricultural aid, receipts for properties under shell companies, surveillance stills of Andros shaking hands with elusive ghosts of high mafia bosses. “They’re not just dirty,” I said. “They’re radioactive. You can’t even imagine the darkness you are dealing with.” Nicos didn’t blink. “That’s why I need you in there.” I closed the folder. “You think I’m some kind of Mata Hari in satin and ballet shoes? I’m not built for espionage, dad. I lose my temper when the milk’s off.” “You don’t have to be perfect,” he said. “You just have to be close.”

I muttered, remembering my academy instructor, and the one who put Winnie and I into the cold to die. I flipped the last page, and saw underneath it. They weren't even beating the allegations against them. The same pattern, and still, no one had ever questioned them. “Boring but effective,” I said. With more than ten espionage since 1890 up until the early 2000. The new administration swore to remain loyal, and upright with all their allies, and can interfere to resolve a dispute between two of its allies. I tossed the document aside, hissing in disgust. All my life was spent working with people who were unaware of the basics of loyalty. They had no principle.

Joseph checked the laptop. His fingers flew across the keyboard. "The upload wasn't interrupted." "Good." Grace said. Joseph shook his head. "That's not the problem." He turned the screen towards them. "Someone downloaded a complete copy..." "...before the upload finished." Damian's face hardened. "So now they have every witness statement." "And every financial record." Joseph finished. Nathan exhaled slowly. "This wasn't sabotage." "It was espionage." Justice Sani immediately took out his phone. "I need every security camera around this mountain."