Fbi Jacket Novels & Stories

He reaches into his jacket pocket and I flinch, bracing for a weapon, but he produces a leather wallet instead, flipping it open to reveal a badge. Federal Bureau of Investigation. Special Agent Vance. "What does the FBI want with me?" I whisper, my back hitting the restroom door. “It’s not about you, Elara. It’s about who owns you right now.” He steps closer, invading my personal space just enough to be intimidating. " Nero Moretti isn't just a mobster. We're looking at international arms trafficking, laundering billions of dollars in dirty money, moving military-grade weapons through the ports, and the list goes on.”

“This is it; I will be the one to let myself get caught, and you all will know your position." Yulia ordered. A few FBI agents and the mafia were in the large office as she spoke. The FBI had decided to work with the Mafia to catch Jake. Although it was hard for them to stay in the same room, especially the ladies,. The FBI women criticize the Mafia women for drowning themselves in cigarettes and tattoos. The FBI smokes, too. Currently, just as Yulia was speaking, an FBI agent and a mafia lady were arguing.

I notice as even Robert and Cathy are pulled from one another’s loving gaze and drawn to whoever this is that stands over us. Everyone’s smiles falter and Arthur’s knuckles whiten. I look at the figure above us and see a tall and well build man in a black tux and even though we’re inside he wears sunglasses. Though what really gives away who he is, is the ear piece and shiny gold badge that reads FBI. “Robert, Cathy, Arthur, Almara.” The man says with a deep hollow voice. “You’re under arrest for the breaking and entering of private property, attempted murder, and harboring an accomplice to a crime.”

I clip my eyes closed quickly as the bright sunlight filtering through the windows bash into my eyes. I take a breath and exhale before I flutter my eyes open again. I take in the men standing before me. One of them is the driver that electrocuted me. His lion’s head tattoo glaring heatedly at me. I cower. Then I take in the other man’s look. He’s wearing an FBI vest and cap. His biceps is coated with muscles that flex as he clamps his hands together at his groin. An FBI? How's it possible that an FBI agent has a hand in kidnapping me?

Niko didn’t seem to understand the depth of his order, “You’re the best, Alessandro. The only one who can pull this off. If we don’t do something now, Briggs is gonna crack, and then it’s all of us on the chopping block. You need to get in there and make those prints go away.” For the first time in a long while, I felt a knot of tension tighten in my gut. Hacking into the FBI wasn’t like messing with some small-time law enforcement database. This was big—federal big. The kind of risk that could burn us all if I wasn’t careful. I kept my face composed, but inside, I was weighing the odds, calculating every possible outcome

But seeing the way Jason perked up told me it had to do with our kids, or maybe Zeke. “Where, where and where?” The man handed him three papers. And he gave one to Jason after glancing through it. “This is close to my pack,” Jason said, looking up until our eyes meet. “And that is one of the FBI headquarters in LA.” “And the last one?” Both men looked up. Emmanuel cleared his throat before pointing at something on the last paper in alpha Zade’s hand. “This is in the pack.” Jason says softly, like he didn’t want to believe it.

I remained dumbfounded for a moment before it all dawned on me. I gasp and instantly sit up, but because I was at the end of the bed I quickly flipped over and fell on the floor. "YAY!! Shhh!!" rubbed my hip again and felt the pain of the scars on my palm. But I also quickly took its ID and looked at it carefully. "Seriously? FBI? As in Federal Bureau of Investigation!!!" I thought it was just a simple fuck boy but I couldn't believe he was FBI. I suddenly got the feeling of curiosity, yes, I noticed that he dressed a bit formally and his appearance was full of authority.

Laid out on the bed beside him: a bulletproof vest, boots lined neatly, a pair of tactical gloves, and what looked like a wire receiver and comms gear. I leaned forward and squinted. He was going somewhere, that much was obvious. And it wasn’t a fucking dinner party. Was it tonight? I checked the time. 8:47 p.m. It could’ve been prep for tomorrow. Could’ve been a routine drill. Could’ve been anything. But I knew better. FBI agents don't wear full gear just to go to work. Whether the gear was for tonight or tomorrow, one thing was clear. There was going to be a bust.

Jayden Kingston could only stand frozen in place when he saw Jennifer Dunn, the rising star, suddenly shot before she could mention the family name he had already guessed. It was undoubtedly the Jepson family, his in-laws. Jacob watched as the man turned pale. Especially when the camera angle shifted to the side and up. They could see who the shooter was. A man in a white shirt and a black jacket emblazoned with "FBI." Someone they knew all too well.

"Are you certain that you want to take the lead in this taketime? It would be possible for me to take your place and have you write the report on your own. She inquired one more, and I just shook my head. I made my way to the pile of FBI vests, selected one of them, and commenced the process of putting on my uniform. That message had been sent by Russo fifteen minutes earlier, and in light of the fact that he is familiar with him, it is likely that he will be close by depending on when he is able to sneak away without Romero noticing. On my shoulders was the burden of the impending conflict that was about to take place. The act of pretending to be an FBI agent served as a safeguard, allowing