Secret Agent Outfits Novels & Stories

Blanche rolled her eyes again, he made too much delay for her question to be answered. It’s already the night. The night to get Hent back. Blanche’s wearing her black turtleneck, long sleeve jumpsuit – a standard uniform when coming to the organization, Moss wore his usual cargo pants and army green shirt together with a huge brown coat. Because he’s an old man that can be easily distinguished for his muscly and broad figure, he has his own rules in clothing. He would still be recognized in whatever he wore. As for Rat, he would enter in the dome-like structure of the organization as a scientist. Because there’s a lot of people in lab coats here, the security of the organization would not ma

I approached the paper bags and returned to the room. I reluctantly put it on the bed. As Madam Anastasia said, I am wearing the color red. I snorted, like I'm not a secretary in this outfit, like I'm just going to a party. It was a fitted red dress, and my upper chest will show. I sighed again. I can't do anything; this is the order.

She smiled briefly, "Anything." *** Cheryl once again swept her gaze admiringly toward the luxurious longue that was dominated by black and gold. She watched the people in black suits passing by. They all seem to be so busy with their work and tasks that they don't notice others around them. Good. They all had to be so busy that no one noticed the arrival of a stranger at such an important meeting. "Copper for the ordinary members who are responsible for guarding tonight's meeting, silver for the S Rankers, gold for the F Rankers, and black for the secret leaders. They wear masks and usually come together with Rafael so you won't find Mateo there."

The Intelligence agent had previously announced to be outside the shed, camouflaged inside an ordinary vehicle, parked in a corner. Frank got out and stood in front of Asgard. Leonel followed him, not needing his trench coat in there, leaving on his black gloves and the thick jacket that covered his bulletproof vest, which was over the other garment, hiding his weapon behind there, although everyone knew that he was carrying it on his back.

He had no idea he was marching into his disgrace. He drove home, changed his attire, successfully disguising himself. He wore a black trouser, black t-shirt, black face cap and a black jacket. When his housekeeper Mrs. Tamar saw him, she was not surprised, he often dresses that way when he was going out on any secret assignment either from the government or otherwise. He looked at the housekeeper without saying anything, he went to his car and drove out. That was his way, he can never tell anybody his way about. Especially when the mission was very sensitive.

Simone whispers to the other two. They were followed by Bartholomew and Elly-Jane. Bartholomew wore a Black and Red Victorian suit with a full trench coat, top hat and cane. “Weird inspiration; Jack the Ripper. There is a lot of mystery around the famous serial killer. I hate to say it; Alexandro and Stephanie did a really good job” Simone states as Elly-Jane turns in her Victorian Lady of the Night outfit. “Yeah, trust Alexandro to do a hooker’s outfit” Matthew chuckles as Roberta rolls her eyes at his comment.

he then let out another sigh of dread and disappointment as he closed the drawer and proceeded to hide the drawer again, but before he could go back to his seat, he noticed something that is odd to the drawer, that something is amiss and he raised a brow at this, “Hmm?” Going back to the point of view of the two spies who just went out of the office of Dean Malcolm, they are dressed as those elitist members of the society: with all those tuxedos, shiny shoes and gelled hair, and those Rolex watches and gleaming diamond accessories. all the other employees in the building passing by them all could not help but turn their heads towards them. aside from being new to their eyes, their beauty was

Behind me, the Manhattan Bridge carved a sharp, jagged line of steel and cables across the night skyline, its structure glowing faintly against the dark water below. The bridge seemed to watch silently, a silent witness to the transformation happening inside the room. I was not dressing for a glamorous gala filled with champagne and polite conversation. I was dressing for a heist that could unravel an empire. The hidden pocket sewn carefully into the thigh-high slit of the gown held a compact localized signal jammer, its small weight pressing against my skin like a secret promise. My earrings, elegant drops that appeared to be simple pearls at first glance, were in fact high-frequency receiv

He tapped on the holographic screen projected behind him and a low whirring noise emanated, making Natasha to look to one side of the lab where a large compartment slowly opened up to reveal what appeared to be a blank cloth, covering something underneath. “What is that?” asked Natasha, approaching the compartment. “Well, why don't you find out?” Once she got to the compartment, Natasha slowly and gently grabbed at the cloth and pulled it down and there it was! The sleek green outfit outlined with a blue highlight around the shoulders, the sleeves and down to the legs. There was a tiny mask covering the cheekbone area on the mannequin's head then down to the torso was a green snake circling

“You’re ruining me for anyone else.” And maybe I already was ruined too. I slipped into a black jumpsuit, zipped halfway up, revealing just a hint of lace beneath. My boots matched Darlington’s—military issue, thick-soled and ankle high. Over it, I threw on a cropped utility jacket. Hair in a slick ponytail. To top it all an eyeliner and Ms Paris body mist and perfume. I picked out Darlington’s outfit: black armor tee-top, baggy cargo pants, and a sleek vest, combat boots, and his signature Patek Phillipe wristwatch. He smirked at how I matched him like we were some kind of elite spy couple.