Ncis Tiva Novels & Stories

"Every document, every witness, every whisper. Leave no stone unturned." Sparrow handed her a slim data chip. "It's all there. But be careful, Tiana. This is a viper's nest you're stepping into." "I'm not afraid of vipers," she replied, her smile widening. "I thrive in their environment." After sparrow dropped the data slim data chip and has collected his payment from Tiana, he walks off. Tiana remained seated, sipping her espresso, her mind already churning with possibilities. This wasn’t just a potential weapon against the Guevaras; it was a meticulously crafted blade aimed directly at Camille’s heart.

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After saying this, Tatiana looked at Vance and asked, "What about the girl who was hospitalized with Tara? Is she awake now?" "The hospital called me last night to say that the girl has regained consciousness," Vance replied. "I went to check on her this morning when I had some free time, but she was just falling asleep, so I didn’t want to disturb her." Tatiana nodded in response to Vance's words."Let's go check it out then, and see if we can find out anything," Tatiana said. Vance nodded in agreement; she was the only one who had survived the encounter with the suspect, making her a key to cracking this case.

''Sure I will help you see the CCTV''. "Pause it, pause it," Tina said as she leaned closer to watch the video at the moment when she was entering the building. "Can you replay it to 0.04?" she asked. "Wow, that was a great tactic over there," she said, smiling slightly. "She knew who I was... That was a fast move she played, whoever she is she is damn smart" Tina said, with her hands on her waist while nodding.

When she saw this, a smidgen of ruthlessness crossed Ivanka’s eyes. As things stood, she wanted to see how Tanya would still try to weasel her way out of this! Ivanka had a plan, but she still had to ask Vincenzo. “Vincenzo, can I make a copy of this surveillance footage?” The man did not answer but nodded at Ivanka. When she saw that he agreed, Ivanka copied the footage. Tanya remained unaware. She and Blake were still in the private room.

“I’m in. I can see the network now. Give me access.” Vince moved toward the main console. Caldwell remained at the top of the stairs, watching. Tiana glanced back at him. “You’re not worried.” He tilted his head. “Should I be?” Vince plugged in the device Lucas had given him. Lucas’s voice sharpened. “I’m pulling files now. There’s… a lot here.” Tiana scanned the labels on nearby drives. Names. Dates. Codes. Lives cataloged like trophies. Her stomach turned.

The officer running the interrogation let out a cold laugh. He tossed a stack of printed chat logs down in front of her. "A victim? Take a look at this!" "This is data recovered from Vince's phone, and it lays out in black and white how you went to him, how you planned this whole honeytrap scam." "You spelled out every detail, how to tear your clothes, how to scratch yourself, how to work the crowd on your livestream." "Vince has already confessed to everything. You still want to argue?" Tiffany looked at the logs, and her face went white, her lips trembling.

Life without his Cara is lifeless. Once again, Vishnu looked up and was in a daze. “Vishnu, are you listening?” Leon started communicating using the earpiece that Vishnu was wearing on his ear. The earpiece was connected to all the members of his team. He and his team were currently invading the Academy as planned and they planned to steal the ledger of the smuggled goods for them to have their leads on who they will indict next.

"My name is Lucas Vance. The first vector. The one Nathaniel pretended to bury thirty years ago." Lucas lowered the needle an inch closer to the glass pod. "Alexander, drop Vivian, or I empty this cyanide line into your sons' oxygen feed right now."

Across the city, Vanessa Caldwell sat in a private interrogation room. Hours had passed. The investigators were still asking questions. She had answered almost none of them. Finally one of the agents leaned forward. “You’re protecting someone.” Vanessa smiled faintly. “You assume too much.” The agent slid a tablet across the table. A news alert flashed on the screen. LEDGER LEAK CONNECTED TO FOUNDATION NETWORK Vanessa’s expression changed slightly. Just enough. “You’ve lost control of the narrative,” the agent said calmly. Vanessa leaned back in her chair.