Fbi Jacket Novels & Stories

"Take me with you." "Alright. I'm on my way." *~*~* "You look like a wreck!" I told Ezra as I slid into the passenger seat of his car. His dark hair was disheveled, and his eyes had bags like he hadn't slept a wink in forty-eight hours. He was wearing the blue FBI Jacket. I had never seen him in uniform before. "Thanks. You look even worse." Ezra retorted, and I couldn't miss the humor in his tone. "Why, Ezra thanks for the compliment."

"The men in the FBI aren't your usual cops." "I imagine their egos are bigger?" Massimo replied tiredly. "They don't play by the rules," Joshua corrected. "If they don't find something to nail you with, I wouldn't be surprised if they try to plant incriminating evidence or charge you with crimes you never committed." "Noted," Massimo said, "but your new friends weren't the only thing I wanted to talk to you about." "You've got five minutes before my break ends." "Good, I need your help with a different problem..."

It was labeled 'FRAGILE: ARTWORK'. "You're going in the box," she said. Two hours later, a white box truck pulled up to the service entrance of Thorne Tower. It was raining hard. The street was slick with oil and neon reflections. I sat in the passenger seat. I was wearing a generic gray jumpsuit and a baseball cap pulled low. I held a clipboard. Leo was driving. He wore a matching jumpsuit. "Showtime," Leo muttered. We rolled down the window. A young FBI agent in a rain slicker stepped out of the guard booth. He shone a flashlight in my face.

For in truth, he had only just learnt that it was this very man who had destroyed his second base, killed some of his men and kidnapped the rest—forcing Arash to strike an additional deal with the Yakuza to save them. “Ahh… so you’re the FBI?” said Arash. “No wonder you didn’t kill me straight away, even though you’re fully armed.” Arash then goaded John further with his words. “It seems the FBI wants to maintain its image as the finest institution, even though you’re all just a bunch of officials wearing angel masks. Right?” “Shut your mouth, Arash!” snapped John. “What do you want from me?” Arash asked again, cutting straight to the chase.

"THIS IS THE FBI! DROP THE WEAPONS! THE SHIPYARD IS SURROUNDED!" The Strays froze. Ruan looked at the perimeter, his jaw tightening. This wasn't the deal. Miller was supposed to give us a window, not a cage. "Miller, you traitor!" Jax screamed, aiming his rifle at the approaching SUVs. "Wait!" I shouted into the comms. "Look at the SUVs! They're not FBI!" I zoomed in with my binoculars. The vehicles had federal markings, but the men emerging from them weren't wearing suits. They were wearing tactical gear marked with a corporate logo I hadn't seen since the Vance files. *Aegis Security*.

Although the badge was fake, it was well designed and convincing enough to deceive even the most discerning eyes. Aaron continued, flashing the badge. “We're Special Agent Jackson and Collin with the FBI.” He said, his voice firm. The woman froze her gaze on the badge, her eyes narrowing as she adjusted her glasses for a closer look. Aaron held the badge steady, allowing her to scrutinize it before finally removing it from her sight. “Good evening, Agents, how may I help you?” The woman finally spoke, her tone almost unsteady. Aaron began, “We're investigating a high-priority case involving a dangerous suspect, Kimberly Silversmith, whom we believe may be hiding in your motel.” He stated fir

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a the Komondor, and Michelle Jackson carrying her three years old baby girl and most surprisingly, FBI agent, Jessica Strauss. The Komondor could notice fear in my eyes as soon as I saw the cop, but he calmed me down, assuring she’s a friend who is here to help. I told the FBI agent, Jessica Strauss, about my journey with the young girl inside the mirrors and how Mr. Hudson, and her FBI partner, Carlton were all linked to the murder of Christopher.M.Jackson a.k.a. the Black Jackson. She immediately turned her face away from me, not wanting to believe anything I said, for she was in love with her FBI partner, Carlton, and already engaged to him.

Gabriel’s POV Jack opens my office door and brings me back to the presents. He is wearing his black jacket and black pants, along with a white shirt. He never wears ties, it's like a code for all fighters. Never wear a tie, because it makes your opponent want to grab the tie. The jacket is too hot for summer, but he needs to cover his gun. He comes to my desk and gives me the documents. We already gathered all the proof of the embezzlement. And I already asked my lawyer to draw up an agreement for Ben to sign.

bloody attractive. As I stood there admiring my team, a black, heavily tinted jeep pulled up and Alec got out. He walked closer and I got a better look at him. He was wearing FBI bullet proof vest and the whole outfit. I made a gesture to the clothes. “Oh yeah about this. My real name is Alec Santiago. I am an undercover agent from the FBI assassination department assigned to kill Edward Hawford, Richard Black and George Mikealson.” Alec said putting his hand out for me to shake.