French Stewart Inspector Gadget Novels & Stories

She sighed helplessly after her long speech while looking at Damien from the corner of her eyes. "Let's go" Damien glanced at her lightly and got into the car, behind him Scarlett smiled smiled smugly knowing that she succeeded. Some of her mission equipment where hidden there and it will be hard to explain to the police if they are found there. Is it her uniform, Her specially customized Knife, Her gun or her spikes, although they are all in her secret base but if the police discover the secret base it will be hard. Especially that annoying Detective Jonathan, he might try to search her house when no one is there.

Every desk drawer had a lock, but given Tiffany and Garreth's relationship, it wouldn't be difficult for Tiffany to get a spare key. Seeing me hesitate, Fiona became even more smug. "What's the matter? Feeling guilty, thief?" I glanced at the small surveillance camera above us and smirked coldly. "Whoever stole it knows exactly what they've done." I unlocked the drawer. Sure enough, there lay a Cartier Ballon Bleu watch inside. But to my surprise, on the side of the watch was a tiny engraved inscription. Y.T.—my initials.

Grant snags the assault rifle off the table and Dominique grabs a pistol. The last thing I see as I pass the computer monitors is security footage of five men rappelling onto the balcony outside the apartment. JP is hustling me into his bedroom when I hear gunfire and shattering glass. “We can’t just leave them here!” I cry out. “We must,” JP says, locking the door behind us. “Unless you are good with a pistolet.” He approaches a massive wooden wardrobe and opens the door. One thing I’ve noticed is that France isn’t really big on closets; they tend to put everything in wardrobes.

I asked as we walked toward the front of the house. “One of my men mentioned the feed kept glitching,” Gabriel said. “Probably nothing, but with everything going on, I’d rather check it myself.” We walked around the side of the house, Gabriel’s eyes scanning the walls and bushes carefully. He stopped suddenly near a small hedge close to the window of the study, crouching down slightly. “Florian,” he said, his voice tight. “Come look at this.” I moved closer, and that’s when I saw it, a small black device, no bigger than a coin, tucked carefully into the leaves of the hedge, almost invisible unless you knew exactly what you were looking for.

Diego said in reverence as he looks at Francesco and then Mufasa who was enjoying his meal. Francesco slowly walked toward the dead spy calmly before crouching beside the torn remains and without hesitation he stabbed the dagger directly into the corpse’s chest before pulling out a tiny blinking device hidden beneath the skin. The soldiers immediately stared in shock “that was a tracker indeed….he is right after all” the men said in their heads as they looked at the blinking device.