Fictional Spies Names Novels & Stories

He brought out the contracts from his briefcases and withheld from giving it to them. “Let’s have the introductions first!” I told him firmly. “They would use their code names instead of their normal names to make things easier,” Andy said before they did. The first man stood up now. “My code name is Hibiscus and I am a former Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). I resigned willingly a year ago due to the loss of a close friend. It is complicated so do not ask too much about it. I was in the Intelligence department in the CIA and I am a skilled computer hacker. I am a computer guru and basically, I should be one of the best hands in the world today…” he introduced himself.

There was a touch of hostility in Joshua’s voice! “It’s very hard for you to take me away.” Ted looked at him quietly. “Joshua, try to convince me. If you can convince me, I’ll consider going with you.” Joshua suddenly said, “Lone Wolf, Thunder Leopard, Sharp Eagle, Fire Vulture, Falcon...” As he said the names, Ted’s face turned paler and paler. The names were spies he had deliberately planted when he left Country Z. They escaped the relevant authorities’ purges of the organization. After lurking for so many years, they were almost all ambitious, capable figures with powerful or weak forces.

“Trust me, Piper, I’ve wanted you for a very long time. I wanted to f*ck you right on that plane. But I had to get you slowly. That’s why I gave you that fake newspaper.” I froze in my doubt. “How do you know I was going to be on that plane, and how do you know everything about me?” “The Unnamed One.” Who… Who the heck was that? He noticed the confusion on my face and explained, “The Unnamed One is the man who is working for us. He is Lenard Lee’s mysterious assistant, due to the similarity in their appearance. In other words, he’s a double for Lenard Lee, like a stunt double in movies.”

One of them will bend, especially for the money. To their astonishment, an elite white-hat hacker responded to their request. His alias was Specter. His bio read: [“Ghost consultant” for intelligence agencies across Europe and America, helping trace terrorist communications, dismantle child trafficking networks, and neutralize cyber warfare threats. Morality is unconventional but unwavering: protect the innocent, expose the corrupt, no matter the cost.]

’ 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.

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

Cassandra rolled her eyes from where she watched from inside me, huffing at Laker’s play on words and when Ostana smacked Lakers leg, Cassandra came forth for a moment and chuckled; earning a satisfied smile from Ostana and a roll of the eyes from Laker. “Anyway, the only person who knows all of the spies by heart is Anton and only Anton. Their names are not written down or faces not drawn, even all of their identities are enforced by the King, yet fake.” Hmmmm, fake ID’s and passports, and everything? Gosh, I could never. “They fight, listen to people-” “Yeah, yeah,” Ostana waved her hand dismissively. “We get it, they don’t exist and have the same jobs as spies, right?”

Matthew looked indifferent, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice as he said, “I only know that they’re a highly hierarchical organization. The structure of the organization resembles a pyramid, and I heard that at the top of that pyramid is someone internationally known as the Lone Wolf. “He’s the first and only wanted criminal in history that has no name, no photo, or any form of identification. He’s only known by his alias.” Cillian furrowed his brows. That did not make things easier at all. He actually knew nothing about Spades as most of the people in his family were either in politics or in the medical field. He was an exception as he decided to venture into business. Having

And I was alone. My name for this operation was Alexandra Kane, an American financial consultant with a carefully crafted backstory in offshore accounts and discreet investments. My real name, the one I answered to in quiet hotel rooms when no one else could hear, was Alex. Special Agent Alex Rivera, FBI. I had spent three years building a reputation in organized crime task forces, taking down mid-level players in New York and Chicago. None of them compared to Nikolai Volkov.

A guard shouted, rushing into the grand hall where Alpha Richard and a few elders discussed loudly. “From?” Alpha Richard asked coldly. “From our spy, with the code name Nightingale.” Hearing that name, Alpha Richard's frown eased. Nightingale was one of the spies he had done a lot to pull over. He was an ambitious man, so it was difficult to make him change sides, but what could money and power not achieve?