Madness Combat Agent Novels & Stories

Across the city, inside the heavily guarded villa of Richard Lancaster, chaos simmered. The shipment had arrived, cleared smoothly at the port with the invisible hands of Damian’s father pulling the strings. But when the containers were opened at Lancaster’s hidden compound, the air grew thick with disbelief. The crates were stacked, neat and heavy, but the contents were not what he had been promised. Packs of high-potent weed of a new origin filled the space. The quality was there, yes, but the quantity? Not even close. Lancaster’s face darkened. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as his men opened crate after crate. The weight of silence pressed down on the room.

Ben could feel the metal on his wrists rubbing his skin raw, he wasn't healing which meant the metal was silver, poison to a wolf but incredibly effective at keeping them confined. His eyes were sore as he opened them slowly and tried to look around the room despite the pain in his chest and the pounding in his head.

He lost two of his agents in it already and he did not know how he was going to explain it to his superiors. Also, he did not know who was who in that battle. He wanted to help by shooting the enemy, which would have done nothing because they did not have silver bullets. Even if they did, they were going to end up shooting the people they were working with because they could not differentiate between the wolves. Every time a body fell the agents would look to see if it were one of the people they came with. Because what they noticed was that every time one dies, they turn back to their human forms.

"You know that sick bastard? Are you guys with the police or something?" "We're apart of a Unit dealing in specialized crimes...it looks like a dog attacked you," Khan said evenly as the woman snorted placing more tissue on her wounds. It was doing absolutely nothing to soak up the vast amount of blood. Just making the wound a red clot like mess... She cursed under her breath, before using her good hands to rub one of her temples. "It was that sicko, not a damn dog. He shot me up with some drug, fucked me then put something in my arm!"

My front line soldiers: Felix Phantom Skye Sean Sarah Mandy Felix and Phantom, my two speedsters, faster than flash himself when it comes to getting the job done. Sky and Sean, my thinkers on their feet. Have excellent aim with any type of heavy machine and use the best techniques to ensure the job is done effectively. Sarah and Mandy, bad girls. They are the vixens, there to seduce and enchant anyone in their way. Two beautiful ladies who know how to take out anyone. Then we have our main powerful soldiers, the most important: Sandy Tyler Master Mind Calvin Jack Roxy Sandy, my sneaky snake, she is able to get past anything in her way, be it security systems, guards or just a plain old fence

she grins wickedly, "I've always wanted a combat medic under my wing... Later, Agate Althea opened the door to the passenger's side of the jeep. On the driver's side sat Major General Marcus Miller. She sat inside and closed the door. "Is this thing clean?" she asked her old friend. "Of course. Who do you think I am?" said the general. "I may be in the military but that doesn't make me any less of a mage." "So, how long have you known?" she asked. The other sat in silence. "38 years, Marcus, that's how long we've known each other, and yet..."

the unknown robot said. "I agree!" - said sun and a few hours later, they implemented the plan. When the Solar chip thawed, he woke up on the shore of the night sea, on which lay a huge number of useless robots, out of order. Not understanding what was happening, Sunny saw in the distance a very strange robot, digging in this mass of lifeless metal, and went to him: "Who are you?" Sunny asked. "My name is Combinator!" I'm one of the old Adam robot models, " said the robot with the unusual external shape.

Spine-chilling laughter escaped my lips, and it silenced the b*stards for a moment. Jasmine snarled in disgust, "What's so funny? Have you gone mad?" I didn't answer her. Instead, I spat out blood and dug into the deepest layer of my tactical backpack. The original Jason spent all his savings getting this high-frequency military-grade concussion grenade from the black market. He was going to use it on the Zombie King and take it down with him. Now, I was going to use this on these jerks.

he said. " she's also a soldier? " I asked. " She's not a soldier........she's also an agent like you...... A Secret Agent" he said then type on the computer and her picture came out. " This is Agent Mackerel, she told us about the man, and to take out the man you need to take out some other things" he said. " what other things?" I asked. " The man has a warehouse full of fake drug and it's the same place they produce the fake drugs" he said.

she repeated, startled, instinctively turning toward him, as worry began overriding the heat rushing to her face. The moment she moved, his other hand came up, covering her eyes. “Don’t look,” he murmured. If she had seen him, she would have understood immediately. He was a mess. He was shirtless. His skin was damp with sweat. His muscles were drawn tight beneath the strain of control. His hair was disheveled, his breathing uneven, his entire body tense like a man standing at the edge of his sanity. The drug was still burning through his system. That woman.