Ncis Agent Novels & Stories

He point the Chief that was talking to the telephone which is connected inside. "You can come out there. Leave that bastard to me." He said and it didn't take a minute and the agent that was left inside come out. The Chief grab a gloves and mineral water that made me confuse. I heard some of the NBI agents whistled like as if they smell some trouble. He confidently entered the dark room and sit in front of the jerk. He intently look at the suspect and I saw how puzzled the man while looking to the head of the NBI that shows no emotion.

I can feel my bristles rising up my neck as more and more of these strange, silent soldiers in suits fill my house. The main jackass goes over to the liquor cabinet and peruses the selection before pouring himself a glass. "I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Agent Carter. All you need to know is that I work for a government agency with the goal of keeping the world spinning for another day". I snarl at him. "Is Carter your first or last name?". The corner of his lips curves as if this entire thing is fascinating. "Just my name". After taking a slow swig of his drink, he stares at me while we wait for others to enter the room. Once Liam and Arthur are in the room, I feel much more at ea

With the nature of his job, it would take a rare woman who could understand him. He was Valentino Grefaldeo, a high-ranking agent working at National Intelligence Coordinating Agency. And because the Assistant Director-General of NICA gave this complicated mission, he could not say no. It involved his courtship to Police Inspector Einille San Andres because she was suspected to be connected to an international syndicate. Besides his job, he was also a businessman who owned several branches of gun shops and accessories in and out of the province. And only a few knew about his real job of being an intelligence agent. Even his family was clueless about his connections in NICA.

Standing on my tiptoes, I peered through the peephole at a badge, before asking, "Is there something you need agent?" From the other side of the door a gruff voice stated, "Brianna, I’m Agent Reynolds. You need to listen carefully," he instructed, "Your safety has been compromised. We have reason to believe that your brother’s associates are seeking retribution for his death. We're placing you in witness protection immediately. I need you to open the door for me, okay?"

"Before I forgot, I'm Joyce Halsey, granddaughter of former senator Davis." "Right," St. James nodded. "I'm sorry about earlier, ma'am. I did not mean to offend." "No worries," Joyce said with no enthusiasm. She looked at the quiet man beside St. James. "And you must be?" The young man, shocked to receive such interest in him, paled and fidgeted his fingers. "I'm agent Richard Nelson. Agent St. James' assistant." "Pleasure," She muttered with the same energy as earlier. "Shall we?"

“It’s about an FBI agent that infiltrated and then left the FBI to go back to the Donna.” Luis and Octavio both laugh and look at each other. “Gavin.” Luis calls out. Gavin comes into the room. “Jefe?” “Gloria please meet the agent, Gavin.” Gloria’s eyes go wide. “It’s nice to meet you Gloria. I’m former FBI agent Gavin Sanchez.” Gloria chuckles and shakes his hand. “I didn’t think it was true. I thought it was just a made-up case study.” “Dad, she’s in the process of studying for her bar exam.”

Mr Smith got up and looked through the peephole of the door. "What does he want now?" he said loudly "Who came?" asked Mrs Smith. "That FBI agent came here again." "Emma, Nancy, don't stop eating. I will just wash my hands and come back. You are not leaving for school without eating breakfast." said Mrs Smith, who got up leaving her unfinished breakfast. "We may get late because of this agent," said Emma. "Nancy is anaemic. She needs to eat a lot." "Nancy can eat on the way, mother."

A team had been on site since that morning to beef up security and ensure the new location was able to hold Ethan. At least Grant knew some of the new guys he'd be working with besides Nolan and Brenden. There was Brett Jones, a former CIA agent who'd lost his job when he'd put the life of an American informant over that of the orders. Then there was Quinton and Kage whom Grant had met and worked with in South Africa during a destination wedding event for one of the Alpha Team guys that had gotten tricky. The rest of the team hadn't yet distinguished themselves enough for their names to stick in Grant's mind. What mattered was that they took orders and acted quickly.

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I said, composing myself, and The dark guy spoke. "Dr Jane Richards?" He said, reaching into his jacket to pull out something. He handed me an Id card. "I am Agent Derin Blacksmith from the National Bureau of Intelligence. With me is Agent David Clearbridge, May we have a moment with you, doctor?" he said, and I paused long and hard reading the identity card he had handed over to me. "Am I in any form of trouble agents?" I finally asked them and Derin smiled. "It is a matter of National security, please let us in," he said with a straight face, and I realised the please was a formality, and I had no choice in the matter because they had let themselves in without waiting for me to respond to