Operation Novel Novels & Stories

The operational plan took ninety minutes to build. Not because it was complicated — because it needed to be right. There was one chance at this. Ren had resources and contingencies and three years of operational experience running a faction inside a fifteen-year network. If the documentation wasn't positioned correctly before the operation moved, if the evidence wasn't in the right channels at the right moment, he would walk away clean or disappear into the network's infrastructure and become the kind of problem that took another five years to surface.

MILA I stood at the head of the table, every eye on me, waiting for my lead. I looked over the details and dossiers of my targets, feeling the pressure of this journey on my shoulders. This was my plan, my revenge, and I had to make sure it went off without a hitch. “Okay, people. Time for Operation ‘Get Daddy’!” I announced, trying to cut through the nervous tension in the room. Predictably, the room filled with groans and laughter.

"This is beyond us all." Elena swallowed hard at the pain that typed in his voice cut into her and puffed up against her breast. She recognized he received it but the place where the pain accumulated in her breast stopped. She was not a distraction. She was his partner. But the pain could stay, not now Victor was so close. The other members of the crew came aboard, their features granite-hard and unforgiving. The operation was underway now, and turning back was out of the question. Ronan, Sam, and a closely screened team of agents were in place. The convoy was ready and triple-checked.

"Now go rest. Tomorrow you need to be sharp. Focused. Perfect." Emma leaves. Returns to her room. Lily and Sophie are both asleep. Emma lies down. Closes her eyes. Doesn't sleep. Just counts hours until dawn. Morning comes too fast. The team assembles. Final checks. Final briefings. Everyone quiet. Focused. This is their sixth operation. Routine now. But routine doesn't mean safe. They load into a van. Single vehicle this time. Smaller team. Different approach. The drive takes ninety minutes. They park three blocks away. Walk the rest. Dressed like pharmaceutical employees. Blending in.

“And they do it without even seeing the blade.” A long pause stretched between us. And then Galen exhaled. “Gods, I love it.” I allowed myself a small, grim smile. “We call it Operation Smoke. No direct ties. No names. No promises but chaos.” “What about the packs who’ll frown at using rogues?” Jenna asked. “They don’t need to know,” Victor said before I could. “Let them think the strikes are wild, unaligned. Let them believe fate is finally turning against the Council.”

Alex asks “we will pay you for your time and the spell work but once we rescue Leo, I think we should all go to the palace straight away and implement this as phase two of the plan.” “So phase one, the rescue, phase two evidence gathering. Do we have a phase three?” I ask. “We will call it the reckoning and work on it later” Luthor says winking at me. “We need an operation name” “Got it!” I say “Operation, get my man back and gut the bastards that had the nerve to take him… too on point?” I ask looking at their disapproving stares, “Maybe just Operation Alpha rescue” says Alex. Boring but okay.

Loyalty to life, loyalty to human beings… that's strength. The operative's shoulders sagged, understanding penetrating. He glanced at the other operatives, some uncertain, others still clutching at commands. Finally, with a shaky breath, he closed down his unit, ending the network link. The others followed one at a time, until all control was severed. Outside, Lucas and Isabella shouted triumph. "Devices disabled. No disruptions were made. The city is secure.". Alexander breathed out slowly, relaxing somewhat. "Good job. Now we secure the operatives and obtain intelligence. We need to know who else might be involved in this."

I disarmed and incapacitated him before he could fire. The third smiled. Actually smiled. “Strategic Operative,” he said. He knew. Vale had briefed them. I lunged. He was faster than expected. We clashed hard against a storefront window. Glass cracked. He whispered near my ear… “He wants you visible.” Rage flared hot and clean. I broke his knee. He dropped. Neutralized. The fourth operative didn’t engage. He retreated. Not fleeing. Leading. I saw it immediately. “Dominic,” I said through comm.

“But it feels like we finally have control.” Julian offered her a reassuring nod. “It’s because we do. Every operation has a tipping point, and Ophelia’s hit hers. Without her connections and her men, she’s…” A loud bang from the warehouse interrupted him, followed by a crackle over the radio on his desk. “Sir, we have a situation!” Julian’s hand shot out to grab the receiver. “Report,” he ordered, his voice tight. “There’s been a breach. Ophelia—she’s gone, sir.”

Dropped it on the floor. "Falline." The fire caught nothing. But everything changed. The men stood. Old De Rossi sleeper agents. Forgotten soldiers. Buried for a decade under false names, false debts, real scars. He slid a dossier onto the table. "We don’t need an army. Just vengeance." They opened it. Saw targets. Names. Shipping lanes. Black sites. “Operation Falline is active. Get your blades.” No salute. Just hunger. ~~~~~~~~~~ TRIAD SAFEHOUSE — GUANGDONG