Secret Agent Outfits Novels & Stories

Nasa may bandang gitna ang pwesto namin at nakaharap sa connecting door kung san parang estatwang nakatayo si Jaques. Sa gilid ng mga mata ko, napansin ko ang pagtitingin nila Sam at Maya ng tingin. Halatang kinikilig ang dalawa. Bakit hindi? E nahawa na yata ang royal guard na’ to sa kagwapuhan ng amo niya. But infer, may karapatan naman talaga siya. He's silent, brooding kind of handsome.’Yung ‘pag ngumiti its either kabilugan ng buwan or katapusan na ng mundo, that kind of handsome. Dark and beautiful. Para talaga itong bida sa mga 007 movie,naka suit ito though ang under shirt ay black din at may earpiece ito sa kanang tenga na alam kong naka connect sa command center ng secret service a

The funny thing about the Lanes Street was that even if the law enforcers knew about it, there was absolutely nothing anyone could do about it. It was a very dangerous place for anyone who was badged as a cop even if the said cop happened to be in disguise. None of the cops knew exactly how the people of Lane Street knew who was and was not a cop but apparently, every cop was shot on sight － especially if the cop was in disguise. It was then that she noticed how Ricardo and Asriel were dressed in clothes that made them blend in as someone from Lanes Street perfectly. Selena suddenly felt sick to her stomach and instinctively hid behind Asriel. Asriel threw a quick glance over his shoulder at

The Palais des Nations glittered like a knife. Chandeliers dripped crystal above a sea of tuxedos and couture gowns. Security patrolled in white masks, fingers resting on concealed weapons. Jeff adjusted his tie in the mirrored elevator. "Remember the plan." I smoothed my emerald-green dress—Claudette's choice, with a thigh slit deep enough to conceal the dagger strapped to my leg. "Get in. Get the codes. Get out." His hand found the small of my back. "And if things go south?"

Aryan said as Sid chuckled, he hated no loathed studying. They did a fist-hand shake before walking inside unaware of the fact that two curious eyes were looking at them from afar. … Aryan was hardly keeping himself from vomiting his guts out as he looked at the two bodies in front of them. “What’s it?” The head of the information department who was their boss asked as they looked at the screen, Sid was holding the non-tractable deceive in his hands. “Dead,” Aryan said inspecting the area for any fingerprints. “How long?” Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency.

She licked her lips as she stared at him; he knew she wanted this as much as he did, they had waited long enough for him to have a glance at her. Aarvi shivered as she pulled the long t-shirt off her body and left it on the floor. Ansh took a deep breath as he saw his breasts caged in the black bra. Aarvi was not meeting his eyes when she pulled off the pajama pants down her legs, only to reveal the red thong she had been wearing. “Fuck!” She was beautiful. Ansh could not understand how she was not confident about her body till now. He stood up and pulled her body to his; his big hand settled on her sexy waist as he looked at her; her dark hair pulled into a bun which he had been pulling a f

She needed to blend in, to belong, and to do that she had to dress the part. Abigail could ask about Zach, but it would be useless. Zach was a seasoned field agent and he knew where operatives like her got their information. He'd avoid the well-used watering holes, the suppliers and concierge services that supported their clandestine work. "I've got your burners and laptop here. The cash money is in the pocket." The old man gestured at the bag near his feet. "Thank you." She situated the caftan style dress on her shoulders and belted it.

In the world of secret service, I didn't want to get disturbed by a sudden mind link popping out from nowhere when I'm working, so effective communication was vital. Each agent had an earpiece to receive instructions from a special command center and maintain contact with other secret service personnel. This was our way of staying connected while conducting our operations. I couldn't deny that Scarlett was a beautiful woman. It seemed Jayden had also noticed this, which was why he chose her as his company's model. I had taken her to a professional hairstylist to ensure her hair was cut and styled to my liking, because she had cut her hair roughly.

A slightly drunk local in the gathering crowd said as everyone witnessed the impressive display of wealth. The ones that had phones that could video record were already on it. Right at that moment four men in Sharp Black Tuxedo(s) and Aviator glasses stepped down from the lead vehicle which was a Cadillac one, nicknamed "the beast" The men looked like they were advanced mafia gengs, but with their signal and badges one could deduce they were secret agents, all tall and their chest puffing with muscles underneath their suit. They scanned around and then one of them spoke into his Encrypted two-way earpieces. Apparently they were signaling it was safe for their boss to step down.

And only with him. I took a deep breath, trying to focus on the now. Focus Laura! Focus! It's time to take the field. It was cold so I decided to wear black jeans with a beige wool blouse. I tied my hair in a high bun and wore low-heeled boots. Comfortable and stylish for a double agent.

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.