Famous Spies In Fiction Novels & Stories

Ace groaned but couldn't do anything when he raised his white flag on Slidell, he sat on his small square table beside the wall and sipped his black coffee. He was thinking of what to do next. Slidell told him everything and surprisingly, Slidell had the talent to be a spy. Cleo Martinez was just a fake name Blanche created, he knew that even before he told Slidell but what intrigued him more was when Slidell found out that Misha and Blanche were sharing a room and that some boy named Astolfo also goes a few times on their room but he stopped coming a few days now. All of that information was collected because Slidell befriended a hotel bellboy. Even though he got mixed signals from the girl

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

I knew well what he was going to say next, and I knew well that it was not going to sit well with me. “We put the trackers on the shipping trucks as usual, but they were destroyed in the fire. Our trucks were bombed Shadow. All of them. And I am trying to understand just what the hell happened. My guts tell me we have a rat.” I knew things were bad when he used my code name. Especially THAT one. I had two; Ace of Spades, and the Shadow. Ace of Spades was known by every living thing inside Italy and across the world, and Shadow was known to my closest men only!

My loyal men, discreetly planted among his ranks, had been feeding me invaluable updates on his every move. Today, I reviewed the latest report from my spies. The letter I was reading bore the familiar marks of our secret communication format, written in a language known only to us. The message detailed Tristan’s recent visit to a remote coastal village, where he had been pursuing a lead on Fiona’s whereabouts. I had ensured that my loyal informants would be close enough to observe his every move.

Zainal gave the verbal report while Ilham handed out the written report to Malikul with two hands. Wordlessly, he flickered open the report and read while listening to the verbal report by Zainal. “There’s a great number of spies that were unaware of. Lots of them come from the maids and butlers department.” “Yeah, servants are the famous department they like to infiltrate. If I were them, I’d also choose the exact route.” “Why is that, Your Highness?” Ilham couldn’t understand why and sounded offended as well. If they needed access, they should disguise themselves as one of the nobles. He heard that their acting was in the first class. It would be no problem for them to act like one of them

If I cannot secure my odds, I will not play. The door to the card room opened, and a man Hugo knew entered. It was one of his most trusted men, Daniel Sheffield. With Daniel's help, Hugo ran the most efficient and effective spy ring in the country, which, sadly, was not saying much. Spycraft as a whole in England was woefully amateurish, and it left his country vulnerable. It also made those who took the game seriously, such as Sheffield and himself, indispensible. They'd saved the Crown from more than one foreign war, and yet they would never be given credit for their actions.

Lutin said “I agree with Lutin. I know that is hard to believe.” Lord Rodrick said “Well that is one idea and it’s a good one. But who would we get and what happens if they find out the spies are working for us?” Jon asked “Knowing those two they would kill them if they found out. So whoever we send can't have a family. They can’t be someone that would be easy to suspect or easy to detect that they are spices.” Justin added “They would have to have a bad reputation so they would blend into their group well.So who can we get?” Nigel asked

’ She internally said while trudging back to her class. It is true, spies belonging to ISO have rankings that work differently than what most people thought would be. Spy organisations portrayed in novels and movies are mostly described as a collection of anonymous people working for an even more anonymous person that gives them orders that could benefit the world. Usually, people or spies belonging to that organisation have rankings: a top 1, top 2 and so on; mostly classified on how many missions they have taken and how clean they did those missions— the more successful a mission is done, the higher their ranking. In short: you’re a great spy, you're rank 1.

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

The huge man stuttered seeing the far away look in Matteo's eyes, he didn't expect to see him here tonight and Matteo was here then Spade was here too He looked behind Matteo, his eyes on the door as he tried to come up with something to do quickly, he couldn't stall, not without knowing if Spade was following Matteo Matteo already knew, he already knew that Dom was the reason they came here tonight, he was the mole, the spy. The one who stole information from Spade and gave it to the enemy He could reach out for his gun right now and end him but they needed answers, why did he do this?