Modern Spy Novels & Stories

- "Listen, at night, most of the people who work in the organization either sleep in the room or go home and take their second identity, that's about an hour or two and then they'll go back to the organization to continue their work." Just how much overworked people does the head of the organization want? Though it is not mandated to have a second identity to be a spy, that's necessary if you want to have your spy-life secured. It's a tough job, but just like what Ace did, he used it to his advantage, he built every inch of it with metal that even Blanche didn't notice.

SSHS 42 A spy. Mostly is a person who secretly works for a secret organisation who’s really good at keeping their identity hidden from the world. A spy may learn or have received an adequate— if not— advanced training in all fields possible that they might encounter during a job or a mission, anything outside of those training are personal experiences they have attained. A spy must be always in a low profile, secretive and speaking of little information about themselves, must have critical thinking, always calm, always logical, always calculative. No move must be wasted, no opportunity must be wasted— as a spy, it is a must to be a disciplined person who upholds the orders of their employer,

The huge man stuttered seeing the far away look in Matteo's eyes, he didn't expect to see him here tonight and Matteo was here then Spade was here too He looked behind Matteo, his eyes on the door as he tried to come up with something to do quickly, he couldn't stall, not without knowing if Spade was following Matteo Matteo already knew, he already knew that Dom was the reason they came here tonight, he was the mole, the spy. The one who stole information from Spade and gave it to the enemy He could reach out for his gun right now and end him but they needed answers, why did he do this?

Alexa warned and I scoffed. "Why are you so afraid of him? He's human, isn't he?" I asked. "Seriously girl, you don't know him, two years earlier. There was a spy in the institur. It didn't even take two weeks before Alex found the spy.." Alexa said. "So what happened to the spy?" I asked Curiously. "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly. " "He was killed by Alex. He was shot on the head.." Alexa explains and Fear gripped me instantly.

The walkie-talkie hissed. A small voice slipped through the static, carrying a secret far too heavy for ten-year-old lungs. “Spy One to Spy Two. The mean maid just entered the laundry room. This is your window. Over.” Isabella Moretti crouched behind a marble pillar, rigid with the focus of someone poised to topple a throne. She pressed the pink button on her comm device, mimicking last night’s secret agents—though the blue ribbon in her dark hair made her look more like a cartoon character who’d wandered into the wrong conspiracy.

“But it must be done precisely. No explosions. No storms. Surgical. Silent. So when they fall… they never rise again.” Petrov nodded. “That means planting a mole inside. Deep.” Bain’s brow furrowed. “Who?” Petrov’s mouth twitched in the ghost of a cold smile. “I have someone. Assassin. Name is Spider. She’s one of my most lethal assets. Silent. Deadly. Invisible. She weaves webs they never see until they’re already trapped.” Viktor chimed in: “Pair her with the Widowmaker. Widow’s already embedded connections from Caracas to Lagos. Together, they can find Valeria’s father’s strongholds. Maps. Contacts. Supply routes. Everything.”

But seeing no response from either family, they dismissed the entire situation. Back at the race club, Braden had packed everything and slipped out through the back exit. He was just about to relax and reach for his phone to call his contact. That was when a figure dropped down from above, blocking his path. It was a young woman with short, blue hair who was adjusting her Bluetooth earpiece. "Boss, I caught the man you wanted. The system confirmed it. He's definitely a spy." The color drained from Braden's face. His phone clattered to the ground. He didn't recognize her, but he knew only one group could identify him as a spy—the Special Missions Unit. There was no escape now.

Water streamed down the windows in thin, winding rivers, distorting the view of the grim industrial district beyond. Mia sat with unnerving calmness, one leg crossed over the other. Her slender fingers tapped idly against the smooth leather seat in a slow, rhythmic beat. Beside her, Kain shifted impatiently, his phone pressed to his ear. He listened for a moment, then nodded once. “Our spy just confirmed it,” he said, voice low but firm. “He left. And he left alone.” Mia’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. “Of course he did.”

Mia inquired, sounding a bit more strict than intended. The spy blinked once, then twice, sealing her lips as she stared dumbfoubdedly at Mia. Mia tried to reason with her, telling her that if her life was in danger that she needed to speak up for them to be able to help her, but the spy remained silent and even hostile. "Okay, but can you at least tell me what your name is?" Mia arched her brows, tossing a pleading gaze at the spy. Mia didn't get a response except for the sound of a dripping water coming from the spy's cell.

(New City Police Commissioner Layla) Commissioner Layla exited the Van and head inside the Auction House, whilst all the agent and police that were in the area were alerted and being prepared for any sort of contingency. Actually, The Spider is fairly competent Assassin groups and perhaps even one of the best In the Central Continent. But unlike the many organization shady or not, Aeternum were operating at a much higher level than any of them and on top of that they were supported with many technological advantages that enable them to be the very best at everything they do.