French Stewart Inspector Gadget Novels & Stories

Gerald was at the back of the group, and Stella was just beside Gerald. At that moment, Gerald produced an exquisite but compact instrument from his pocket. Stella was surprised when she saw that instrument. She could tell that it was something extraordinary, something which you couldn’t get on the regular consumer market. Gerald then gestured to her to remain silent. After that, he pressed a button on the device, which most likely produced a distress signal. “This…what’s this? Is this thing gonna save our lives?” Stella asked with her eyes widened. Gerald pressed onto her head and whispered in her ear, “Forget whatever you just saw. Don’t spew nonsense!”

‘Tidy this mess, Sergeant,’ Fleischer mutters before walking towards a waiting staff car. The trooper reaches down and pulls at an object that has been wedged into his boot. He stands and inspects the grenade. It is a stubbed, metal cylinder screwed to a long wooden stave. With a fluid motion, he unscrews a cap at the base of the stave and a length of cord drops out. He yanks this and the fuse begins to hiss. His actions are unhurried as he kicks in the shop door with his heavy, shining boots and throws the grenade into the gloom.

He was staring at the bookshelf behind the television. "What is it?" I asked, setting the book aside. He walked over, his movements slow and deliberate. He reached behind a stack of my father's old leather-bound encyclopedias and pulled out a small, black device no larger than a button. A tiny, rhythmic red light flickered on its face. "A lens," Garrick whispered, his eyes dark with a sudden, sharp anger. "It's a transmitter. Someone is watching this room. Right now."

“She said there were three officers with her and that you were armed,” Sabrina said in a whisper so low, Sandra had to strain to hear her. “Andrew and Creighton are on their way to France and they know about the watch. What’s with the watch?” “It’s one of your brother’s newest designs,” she smiled, glancing at the face that glowed yellow. “It’s a tracking device. He knows where we are and he’s following us.” Not a complete lie, she told herself, but it visibly made her sister-in-law seem less anxious.

“Do you honestly think I’m really just going to take you all down with me?!” “I make hundreds and thousands of dollars every single year! My life’s extremely precious!” The woman got the inspectors to pull out her name card from her wallet to prove her identity. At that, the middle-aged inspector revealed a gloomy expression. “Enough clowning around, young man! Stop distracting us!” “I’m telling you, there’s no C4! We’ve checked!” Harvey ignored the inspector’s warning completely, and squinted threateningly at the woman. “You said you have a broken arm, but I don’t even smell a hint of medicine on you.”

He handed me a small device that looked like a compact mirror. "What is it?" I turned it over in my hands. "The latest in Royal Pack tech. It'll mimic any electronic signature within six inches. Hold it near a key card reader for three seconds, and it'll trick the system into thinking you have proper authorization." "Fancy," Odette murmured, examining it with interest. "Why don't I get cool spy gadgets?" "Because you'll be lookout while Astraia searches the office," Alexei replied dryly. "One of you needs to watch the door."

He upended it onto the table. Four tiny, black spheres, no larger than marbles, rolled out. They had magnetic backings and pinhole lenses. "I bought them online," Felix shrugged, avoiding Baek’s gaze in the mirror. "They were on sale. A bundle deal with the taser." "You brought spy cameras to a Gala?" Baek asked, his tone flat. "I thought it would be cool!" Felix defended himself. "Like James Bond. I didn't think we’d actually be raiding a villain’s lair."

He raised his left hand, fingers splayed—the universal tactical signal for absolute immobility. Isabella halted instantly, her hand disappearing into her pocket, her fingers wrapping around the compact Beretta. "What is it?" she whispered, her voice a barely audible thread of sound. "Did a camera cycle back on?" Dante didn't answer. He reached into his tactical vest and pulled out a sleek, matte-black handheld device—a high-frequency RF sweeper he had smuggled from the federal armory in Milan. He flicked the switch. The small LED matrix on the screen didn't display the standard green baseline. Instead, it spiked into a violent, pulsing amber.

How come his father hasn't mentioned it? Was it because the man in question is dangerous? A man who would give a child a device disguised as a watch? Stone stepped closer to Gabriel and whispered, his voice hard with realization: “Sir… that’s not a child’s watch. It’s a tracker.” And that was when Gabriel’s heartbeat finally stopped.

“You can come in boss.” I unlocked the fence and walked in. “I’m…” “I know boss. It’s been reconnected. You can come in, the fish eye security is down.” “Smartass.” I teased him. The guy was just twenty one and he didn’t even look the age. He made my watch ,more like a multi-tasking device that does anything but tell time. He chuckled. “I’ll be waiting boss.” I ended the call. True to his word, the fish eye had laser pointers that would immediately cause inflammation of the eyes of anyone who came near the door which would naturally lead to their death.