Fictional Spies Names Novels & Stories

Rumors said he once walked alone through enemy territory for five days with two bullets in his leg-just to deliver one name. "Hope you all shoot straighter than you tan," he said with a grin, his voice like gravel dipped in whiskey. The second was Talia Kess, codename Ghostbite - a South African infiltration specialist with a background in psychological warfare and robotics. Her hair was buzzed platinum, her smile deceptively warm, and her fingers twitched like she was always calculating something invisible. She didn't talk much. When she did, it was usually to ask a question nobody else thought to ask.

A month later, one of the police officers in Columbus City told me that Snowie's case had ended. Snowie Walton's real name was Suki Winterfeld, hailing from Gerpania. She was sent over to our country ever since she was young, groomed to enter the National Defense University just to steal confidential documents. They also found other spies like her, who had been groomed since young to steal important documents, in other important universities. They all used the same method. First, they accuse a classmate and isolate them. Then, after stealing confidential documents, they blamed it on that classmate.

“Chief Chastain, this man in front of you, is the secret weapon of our Police Intelligence. He is our discreet spy, Theodore Doyle.” Theodore bowed at the surprised Chief and smiled. “Please to meet you, sir. I am Theodore Doyle, at your service.”

He asked in a raspy voice as he was utterly shock but he tried to remain calm. Vincent smirked. "Well see Noah, Xavier and I have been friends since highschool. I knew he was a Mafia and was madly in love with Rosaline. I knew all about his illegal activities but kept quiet because..." "Because?" Noah repeated while shooting daggers at him. "I am the Black Swan's Spy working for CIA. "WHAT?" Noah was stunned. He became completely beffudled by his reply. He kept staring at him with round eyes.

“That’s not important now Jason, we have to capture Susanna before she does something stupid.” “I already have my team work on the case and if you can tell me the name of this spy we can get her for you so she tell us what she knows about Susanna.” “Her name is Marvi Octavius.” “Marvi Octavius.”Jason writes down the name in his jotter and keeps it. “I will see what I can dig out and send you the details.” “Thanks Jason.” “Anytime sir.” Rex shook his hand and asked Garth to escort him outside.

But their name was different and even many information were forged. Even with his connection, he could not find the true document. It seemed as if everything had been manipulated to look like it as the truth even when it was not. That was the way big organizations worked, like either mafia gangs or like the government. And if they worked for the central government, that could explain why their data was modified and all. The government would not want the dirty secrets of their misconduct going out to the public. So, all this time he had thought that her parents were some sort of high ranking special officers. But seeing the portrait of the woman, he was once again divided in his thought. Nich

She began to chuckle. Syke huffed. Quietly, he said, “It’s not fucking fake.” Then he added, “That’s my real name. So watch your damn mouth.” “What?” Chloe gasped, almost forgetting that she still had huge blood clots clogging her airflow. “How dumb can you be? Using your real name for spy work? That would leave links everywhere!”

Lydia and Tilda where standing behind me and they had whips, they where ready to flog the truth out of the man if he was not ready to say the truth. "Calm down let me catch my breath, I would tell you everything," the man said. "Let us kill this man and get going," Tilda drew out her sword. "Wait, why are you that in a haste? I have promised to tell you everything," the man said. "Okay you have rested enough start talking," I said. "I am a spy," the man said. "A spy from where?" Lydia asked. I could see excitement in her eyes, I guessed she liked the idea of spies.

Before I could ask, he added, “Ron fucked us up. He lied to us. It was never the higher authorities that wanted us to go on all these fucking missions.” He turned the screen slightly, and I glanced into a long list of clients who currently had people working for them, people like us, uncovering secrets, destroying threats, and so on. Salazar, Alfaros, Shimizu, Mikhailov, Wellington, Howard, Kennedy. I had been in the Mafia world long enough to have been acquainted with these names. “These aren’t government officials. They’re all—” “Mafia, businessmen, dirty politicians, criminals,” Cole completed, taking the words out of my mouth. “Skyfall isn’t a government organisation. The mission Harley

After her, two other incidents have happened and they are all happening to his spies, home and abroad. Another news had come in about a week ago, when he heard that one of his most trusted scouts, another young wolf named Eric,whom he had stationed as the head of his spies in Europe, had vanished without a trace. Eric was one who easily blended in to any place or situation, yo the point that he was nicknamed ‘Chameleon’. The man could escape almost anything, and swuftky too. The kind you never see coming until they are right behind you. He had sent out search parties, and they had basically combed through the whole city of Amsterdam. He even went ahead to offer a heavy prize money to the sup