Frank Woods Black Ops 1 Novels & Stories

“I’d like to announce that our greatest competitor in the business has been arrested.” His hazel eyes shift to mine, “Azure Blackwood is being charged with thirteen counts of murder after a failed mission overseas revealed that his product was misrepresented and unsafe for military use.”

Lyra's POV My heart was beating so fast, it began to get tightened and I could not place my hands on what was wrong. I figured it was because of the meeting with the Crimson Fang Empire, I was going to see their Alpha for the first time. Father never allowed me to leave the pack or go to the war front to fight, so I barely knew what he looked like. A knock came to my door, I got up and rushed to it. " What is it?" I asked my assistant. She was always in my face and I knew this day was not for chitchat. It was for something important.

I said before he could leave the room. He slowed to a stop at the door, his hand on the handle on the door. He turned back to me. “Currently I am working as a rogue wolf. I've been banished from the pack until I can bring you and the rest back safely. Any other person you see outside there are hired men that I need to carry out this operation” he said calmly. But I was freaking out inside. Banished? Who could've done this? It doesn't make any sense. It wasn't his fault that this happened.

Maybe I'd never listened close enough. Voicet pattern confirmed. Biometrictst pending. Enter code. Dominic typed. Six digits. A beep. Welcome, Mr. Blackwood. Sstandtanding orders purged. What are your instructions? "Lock this floor," Dominic said. "No one in or out without my voice. Cut external comms except this line. Bring med team to 901. Now. And send me the access logs for Directive 9.2. All of them. Since 1998."

Hold it out. “This is the kill switch. Plug it into any Apex terminal with admin access. It triggers a cascading wipe, every merger document, every backdated valuation, every email chain. The deal dies. Horizon wins. And Blackwood goes down for fraud, embezzlement, and, thanks to tonight, possible accessory to murder.” I don’t move to take it. “Why tell me?”

"Kirk? Uh, no. Noon, yeah. But I rejected him." "Good then," he said softly and sipped on his glass of liquor. "How many more glasses do you have? That's whiskey, Rustov. That's strong. You still need to drive." I was no longer deterred. He might even be the victim of that! Her eyes widened. He put down the gl ass and licked his lower lip. His pitch black eyes glistened against the lights. But the intensity remained there. For some reason, wanting to stare more at his face scared me. I changed myself. I know I'm young and inexperienced but I'm not dumb and naive. I have a different feeling and I don't like that.

I looked down the hallway and through the other side, and there was actually no one in sight. My heart hammered as I approached the large double office doors with D. BLACKWOOD engraved on the metal plate. I forced my trembling hand to knock. No answer. Great. I knocked again. Still nothing. Screw it. I pushed the door open— —and froze in place. Damian Blackwood sat behind his massive black desk. Sharp suit. Cuffed sleeves. Jaw tight enough to crack a diamond. He didn’t look up at me. Not even a glance. I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by his deep voice.

Ama was contemplating an effective way to gain access to the Blackwoods mansion. Mr. Reynolds had already given her a file containing everything she needed to know about the family, and she had spent all of last night reviewing it and conducting her own research. The Blackwoods came from old money, which they gained from their construction business, and talent for creating unique art pieces. Which have aided them in their money laundering.

The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle. The moment our eyes met, Ean staggered and dropped to his knees in front of me with a thud. He reached out, trembling, wanting to touch me but hesitated. "No, this isn't her. It can't be!" He gasped. "The freezer is abandoned. How could she be frozen stiff?" he said, desperately trying to make sense of it. "We need the surveillance footage. We need to find out what really happened!" he demanded, his voice cracking. He turned his head and saw the bloody handprints on the wall. He stood up, moved to the wall, touched it, and then looked back at me in the corner. My hands were frozen stiff, but still bloody and mangled. All ten of

Aaron said, nodding at the Philly Leader, who seemed relieved that he wouldn’t have to say anything else—at least for a while. Aaron’s answer gave me some clues as to what Christian might’ve asked. “We know that one of them is Frank Howard, an ex-Black Ops. We are assuming that the others are ex-military as well based on their dress, their weaponry, and their tactics. We aren’t sure how many Vampires may be working with Giovani, but we can assume that he has the cooperation of any and every bloodsucker in the area since Giovani’s end goal is to take out Cadence and then all of us. So, let’s just go ahead and assume we are outnumbered.”