Frank Woods Black Ops 1 Novels & Stories

Fawn roared and threw her sword at the man in black with all her strength. The Man in black was not too far from Fawn but he only needed to take a step back to avoid the sword. It was all the respite Wilson needed. He stood up and darted towards the man in black. *bang* *bang* *bang* *bang* The gunner had been unable to get at Dash all this while but with Wilson going after the weirdo in all black, it gave him something to do. So, he turned his handgun and pulled the trigger, shooting at Wilson.

With the torture tools prepared, one of the flunkies flexed his wrists as he walked toward Frank, smiling, "This is Blackwater. Loyalty and morals all go up in smoke in exchange for survival." "Indeed." The other flunkie smirked. "Shame that you won't be around long enough to understand that. After all, your first day is going to be your last day."

"For now. But he'll verify, and when he doesn't find bodies..." "He'll come looking," Sarah finished. "With everything he has." Vincent leaned against the railing, wincing slightly at the movement. "Blackwood's resources aren't infinite. The operation has government backing, but it's still black budget. Deniable." "Which means?" Antonio prompted. "Which means he can't send in the actual military or FBI," Vincent explained. "He'll use his private team. Twenty, maybe thirty operatives." "Against the five of us," Sarah noted dryly.

“You’re definitely not dressing like you’re going to sleep.” I froze slightly. I turned slowly. “I was just...” “Don’t,” she cut in, walking closer, arms crossed, eyes scanning me. “I know that look.” “What look?” “The ‘I’m about to do something reckless’ look.” I let out a small breath. “It’s not reckless.” “It’s always reckless when Damon Thorne is involved.” That made my heart skip. Annoying. “You know about that?” I asked. Avery snorted. “Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.”

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Dominic's POV started the day with a call to Nassau. Navarro picked up on the second ring. Her voice was flat and direct. “Blackwood,” she said. “We have the packet. We can move if you have one clean link. Bank authorization. Signed directive. Something a judge will not toss out.” “I know,” I said. “We have metadata, courier headers, and a match on VOSS_OPS. It’s good. It’s not clean enough for their standards. They want a document with a name or an authorization stamp.”

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Tova closed the door and turned to face me. "I've been digging into Blackwood's actual resources and why Garrick might want to sabotage the triplet Alphas." "And?" "And it's all misdirection. He's living off past glory and embezzled funds. Blackwood's military strength is a joke compared to Wild Fangs. Their resources are limited. If it came to actual combat, they'd lose in seconds." "So he can't actually threaten them."

Dove was pissed that he was left hehind and had to play catch up again! Shunee was on patrol around the safe house, but was intercepted by something or someone, and was knocked back a few paces. Regaining her footing, she looked at who ran into her. A black wolf with red markings she'd never met stood in front of her, fur on end, venom dripping with lethal intent. *Shunee* 'The Rogues are here. I've got one in front of me...' "There's no one coming for you. They have already been taken, bound and chained. Make it easy on yourself and come peacefully. I'd hate to break my promise to Jo about not killing you." the wolf in front of her asked with a crazy look in his eyes.

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o