Line Walker 2 Invisible Spy Novels & Stories

They ignored the possibility of the students changing positions, since Hestia has also told him that the three students in this floor of the staircase are heavy sleepers and so, they won’t change positions and it also turned an advantage to the intruders since they won’t wake up anyone when taking a camouflage. With a signal from Hestia, the two rookie undercover spies walked closer to the sleeping pile of students by the first floor staircase. Their steps are silent— they are being stealthy as best as they could. Hestia raised her pepper spray, Albert fished out his taser pen from his pocket. Hestia then pointed at the suspicious blanket and then pointed at Albert, saying that he would take

Or perhaps it was how they had hoped to draw me out. At dusk I called in men to be ready in silence. I assembled a small team to go into the Vescari grounds, not to lure anyone but to place a watchman, a living camera. If no one wanted the truth, then we would force truth into the open. I did not want to play games with witnesses now. I wanted a spy who could walk into that place like a shadow and return with the seed of a confession. Planting eyes is crude but effective. Sometimes the presence of a stranger will make hidden things move. If Vescari sympathizers were still in that estate they would reveal themselves to anyone they believed was safe. Our man would be safe and invisible.

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. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.

You can’t exactly buy werewolf-grade cock rings at Spencer’s, after all. I just stepped out of the shop when something shifts. I freeze. No scent. No movement. Nothing visible. But my instincts are screaming. Something’s wrong. I keep my claws sheathed but flex them into my right hand, slipping my keys between the fingers of my left. I hustle toward my car, scanning the street, heart thudding. Everything about this moment reminds me of the war. Of the Riding Hoods. If they’re in the area, I need to move fast.

The evening, Lucas walked into my room and saw me changing into dark, plain clothes. “Going somewhere?” he asked. “Willow has a date,” I said. “With a man named Elias.” Lucas widened his eyes in surprise. “The ghost?” “Maybe. I am going to check. Quietly. I just need to see if it is him.” “Need backup?” “No. If he sees a group, he will vanish. I am just one man having a drink. I will be invisible.” Lucas nodded. I will have a team ready nearby, just in case.”

And I wasn’t sure who I’d be after that. --- We hashed out the plan. Claire would take a morning walk—exactly the way she used to. The garden path was ideal: semi-exposed, one natural blind spot near the old stone fountain. We’d place a dummy glitch in the cameras—just enough to make it believable. Liam would think it was real. That he had another window. Liz would be nearby. Armed. Rowe would cover from the opposite end. I’d be closest—hidden in the overgrowth by the tree line.

Suddenly I know the way, it worked “ follow me.” “How do you know?” Rod asked. “I just do” I said. Now that I know the way it doesn’t take us long to find Tyler. There is a hunter standing guard outside his room, but only one. “Hey” I shouted and the hunter turns towards me, but he can’t see us because Rod is making us invisible. “Who’s there” he walked forward. Once he’s far enough away from Tyler I throw a ball of fire at him and he turns to a crisp.

And tonight, one of them wouldn’t leave this warehouse alive. He smiled grimly. “Let the bastard come.” --- Evan drove in silence. No music. No radio. Just the thrum of the engine beneath his hands and the storm building in his chest. The tracker on Adrian’s phone had been disabled, but Evan had redundancies. A signal piggybacked through Adrian’s smartwatch, faint but traceable. It led him across the city, through abandoned industrial streets, until he saw it: a lone warehouse, lights burning faintly through dirty windows.

I whispered to the wind. "The plan is," I declared firmly, "I stay exactly like this. I have my heavy boots on. I have my dirty mechanic jeans. I have my dark, oversized hoodie. I just act like I am here for a repair job. I am just a mechanic coming to fix a broken pipe. Nobody ever questions the mechanic." "Good plan, Anna," I nodded, completely convincing myself. "Very smart. Just act invisible." I twisted the throttle hard. "Let's go." ---

"Nice to meet you." "Thief Lor-" The guard's eyes widened, seemingly on the verge of exclaiming something, but before he could completely articulate his realization, the effects of the anesthetic kicked in, causing him to lose consciousness. Anom wore a smug smile as he discreetly concealed the blade within his clothing, ensuring it was safely hidden. With precision, he positioned the unconscious guard next to his comrade, minimizing any suspicion that might arise. After thoroughly inspecting the tent's contents, he retrieved the final item from his bag. Folding the bag neatly, he tucked it away inside his vest. Carefully and quietly, he exited the tent, ensuring not to draw any attention.