John André Turn: Washington's Spies Novels & Stories

Their objective was to secure the Eldorian Scroll fragment. Even though their numbers were just shy of 10,000, their combat skills were very strong. A composed man alighted from the leading car. He had a look of determination on his face. He was John Anderson, the senior general of South Aridlands. He was also Caspian's former subordinate. In order for this operation to be smooth, John was personally leading the team. "Have this place cleaned up," John ordered. "When we enter the tomb, kill everyone except Caspian and our men!"

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.

She finally said. Reid dropped his cutlery. "Ryker Darius and Elaine Forbes killed my spies. The same spies I sent to New York to find your doctor." He revealed, propping up his chin with both hands. Andrea's eyes darted away from his face. "But not to worry, they have no idea why I'm looking for that doctor. Hence, they don't know you're the one after him." He assured her. "Why should I trust you'll keep your mouth shut when they both come for you?"

He said cold, his words sending a shiver down Mr Washington's spine. The revelation hit Mr. Washington like a sudden jolt. The truth laid bare, he found himself shocked by the fact that his secret dealings with the Santos family, the rivals of the De La Cruz clan, were exposed. Despite his meticulous efforts to conceal these connections, it seemed Giovanni and Antonio were privy to his clandestine activities. However even after knowing that he had been exposed, Mr Washington tired to deny the accusations. “What?” He exclaimed, “What are you two talking about? Why would I do business with the Santos.”

Only to discover that Ryan was a spy under alpha bethel. It made him feel a bit betrayed that Ryan wouldn't let him in on the deal he had gotten involved in. To spite him, John had contacted one of his good friends to get some evidence in the form of pictures and videos of Ryan whenever he came over to the sizzlers pack. He had not yet been given a timeline to leave the night howlers pack by Ben, but John loved indulging in blackmail. It seemed like his favourite pass time, and he practically had one thing or the other on the people around him.

The powder keg ticked louder, betrayal's fuse burning short. In a dimly lit office across the Potomac, the spy reviewed the transcript, smirking. 'Harlan's whore and his brother—perfect leverage.' The file encrypted and sent upward, chains of command lighting up. International fury brewed, the safe house's passion the unwitting detonator. ***

Mr Jem said and Clarissa jumped out of her seat, clapping her hands gleefully, Mr Jem looked at her and shook his head, she has always been so expressive he wondered how she manages to stay uncover and do her spy work, she would have made for a good actress if she didn’t chose to be a Spy. “What are you trying to say" John asked Elena, his back was resting on the white wall a his head bent slightly, his fingers were massaging his temples gently, Elena could tell he was running of patience. “I mean something is not right, I can’t shake the feeling that am missing something here, I want to look at copies of the letters sent out the last time especially to the one sent to Britt" Elena said, her

Alpha Brandon's POV (Two Days Later) We were all seated in my office as we awaited the spy, I glanced at my wristwatch, "John, it's been two hours, and he hasn't shown up." "Be patient man, he will be here soon," John replied, and just then the door opened and a short dark dark-skinned man walked in and walked straight to John. They both shook hands, John stood up and cleared his throat, gazing at me, "Alpha Brandon, please meet my trusted spy, I call him Wisdom."

“And because Alexander and Garcia had the infrastructure to distribute product,” John continues, “some Circle members were willing to take a chance on them.” A terrible thought forms. “Until Alexander got greedy,” Uncle John says quietly. “He started embezzling.” Of course he did. “But he chose the wrong people to steal from,” he goes on. “They noticed quickly. And when they did … they sent in a spy.” Great. Evil overlords AND spies. My life really is turning into a badly disguised thriller novel. And novel reading 101 — messing with tyrannical groups never ends well. Neither in fiction or real life.

Stealing my expression, I faced the couple, "We all know that Jimmy works for Bobby, but I discovered he wasn't the only one, and you all have helped Bobby in one way or the other." "Are you out of your mind Andre?" Katherine snapped with a scoff, but I shook my head. "Listen to me." I started, looking at their faces before I began. "Bobby had two more spies planted in our midst and that was John and your son, Joan."