Secret Agent Outfits Novels & Stories

Fear, they said, was useful only until it started lying to you. Then Bukky placed the rest. The bulletproof suit wasn’t bulky the way people imagined protection to be. It was light, flexible, engineered to disappear beneath elegance. A second skin disguised as fabric. “You wear this under,” Bukky said calmly. “No exceptions.” I nodded. The outfit waiting beside it was a black two-piece that was tailored and sharp. One that understated power. Jacket cut clean at the shoulders. Trousers fitted but fluid. The kind of outfit that didn’t ask to be seen but demanded attention anyway.

Excitement bubbled in my chest, but I refused to show it. She wanted to surprise me. And I was ready to let her. ***** I finished my bath and walked over to where my clothes were neatly placed. Aurora had done a damn good job picking them out. The outfit was something I wouldn’t have chosen for myself, but it suited me perfectly. A deep forest-green tailored suit with intricate silver embroidery along the cuffs and lapels, resembling ancient werewolf sigils. The material was soft yet sturdy, fitting me like a second skin. Underneath the suit jacket, a black silk shirt clung to my body, the top buttons left undone, exposing just a hint of my collarbone.

Julian laid out the special clothing on the bed, a sleek, jet-black tactical suit, fitted to Cecil’s form. It was flexible enough for stealth movement, but lined with hidden compartments and reinforced seams. Lightweight, breathable, and deadly quiet. Perfect for slipping undetected into enemy territory. “Where did you even get this?” Cecil asked as she slipped the suit on, running her fingers over the reinforced stitching and small side pockets. Julian didn’t look up. He was inspecting a vial filled with translucent liquid. “Let’s just say... It’s a prototype we keep in storage at the Federation HQ—for situations that require more... discretion.”

He looked lively and handsome in the suit. When Robbie smiled, he exuded a gentle charm; otherwise, he maintained a serious demeanor as if he were a master of disguise, wearing different expressions with ease. “Sir, you are handsome no matter what you wear. Even if you are topless, your abs will charm all the ladies,” said his secretary, who was dressed extremely sexy. Her black professional attire might look ordinary but her miniskirt was shorter than usual. Her white blouse did not button all the way up, revealing a part of her chest.

He didn’t wait for his secretary’s response as he already walk-away. Miguel looks so refined and elegant with his legs crossed. Even though he’s wearing a simple shirt with a bandage on his right arm, but it didn’t condense the prevailing sensation and fine-looking features he always possessed. He was now sitting in the couch while waiting for Marcus’ arrival. He already gave him the address and instructed him to call the apartment’s landline as soon as he arrives. Three days ago, he already turned off his cellular phone and he has no plan to turn it on again, not until with his situation because he doesn’t want to ruin his plan. He doesn’t want the police officers to track and trace his whe

She’d be in his space. She gets out of the bathroom and begins to dress. She takes her nicest summer dress that she got at a flea market. They call them bend-down boutiques because people have to bend down and sift through piles of clothing to find what they want. She picks the least conspicuous wig and puts it on. She looks at herself in the mirror. Pretty cute. She’ll have to wait to put on the makeup when she arrives otherwise her face will be oily and she’ll be full of sweat. That reminds her that she needs to pack some wet wipes to use on her underarms and face. She’s one of those people that have been cursed with smelly armpits. She wishes that she was like those Asians that don’t even

Slipped right past all of my senses and into my bubble without raising an alarm inside my system even once. Director of a secret organization indeed. Twisting my head to the side, I briefly glanced over him. Dark navy tux. Tan shirt. Tan dress shoes. A matching belt to tie it all in. No tie, though and the top of his shirt was one button shy. "Aiden picked this monkey outfit out for me. I guess the kid has taste." I replied. Black tux. White shirt. Black shoes. No tie either. More dressed up than I had ever been. An imposter. Or that's how it felt to me right now.

Snake explained without me needing to ask what he was doing. When he finished at the computer, he stepped away and walked towards a large metal cabinet. Unable to do anything but watch, a tried not to be too nosey as he input a code on the keypad that was attached to the doors. My jaw almost dropped when the cabinet opened, and I saw all the weapons. I knew he had worked for the CIA, but this was on a whole new level. One by one he started pulling weapons out and started placing them in various locations on his body. I realized that his clothes had different pockets and looked like he was dressed for war.

But this time I planned to use it to escape from here and do what I should have done years ago. Quickly adapting, I began undressing and donned the dark attire composed of a black short skirt and long-sleeve-fitted blouse, a leather jacket, and combat boots. I began to quickly fasten the strap to my thigh, fastening the knife, and putting the knife there. The familiar weight of a concealed knife and the cold touch of a gun against my skin bring back memories of my past. “He’s right. Indeed you are a spy” Olga mused, watching me.

Being a real secret agent also added to the appeal. It was chilly out, so I put on jeans, my boots, a T-shirt, and the leather jacket Six picked up the other day. The jacket almost matched his. If he put in his blue contacts or I put in my brown, we would look like a matchy-matchy couple again or twins. I threw my hair up into a ponytail, stuffed my lip balm in my pocket, and then picked up a bottle of water before heading for the door to a waiting Six.