Secret Agent Outfits Novels & Stories

And holy hell. Rows upon rows of tactical gear line the walls — black, navy, dark green, camo — vests, holsters, gloves, boots, helmets, night-vision goggles. It smells like new leather, gun oil, and adrenaline. This isn’t cosplay. This is real. We suit up fast. Velcro rips. Boots thud. Zippers drag. Kevlar tightens around ribs like a second skin. I pull on some reinforced jeans and a hoodie. I need to look ordinary, not on the hunt. But I’m glad for the concealed protection underneath.

He exclaimed to the others. "Great show you got there." Said Agent Ariel standing beside him. Ariel has her hair braided, her arms have a wing tattoo as she popped a gum in her mouth. "Damn woman, that's why I like you." Amusement was on Agent Blue's face as he casually walked towards me and slung his hand on my shoulder. I glared and forcefully removed it, he grimaced in pain. "Easy woman, I'll die because of you before I get another mission." He has dyed blue hair, blue clothes, even he mentioned one time that his underwear is also blue! I always cringe at his style but he says that he wanted to stand out from everyone. Pretty dangerous for a spy where we have to blend in the crowd right?

The secretary decided to wear a light blue long-sleeved dress and brought a thick white coat to cover herself from the cold, which she had to take off when felt the heating that the place strategically placed in the area. Peter was not working, he came as a guest. He left his security agency in charge of a woman from his team, who remained working in the main headquarters of the so-called "Spaceship", a private place where he and his people operated. He needed to keep an eye on his friend. Dressed in a dark gray suit, the blond gave Max a pat on the back and spoke in his ear: "When will you tell her?" "Soon. I'll let you know when I do," the groom replied with a fake smile, nobody could unde

“And a very large room full of heavily armed people who are terrified of your husband. You’ve handled worse.” A weak laugh escaped her lips. “I know. It’s just… the permanence of it.” She turned to face me fully, taking in my appearance. “You look beautiful, by the way. I’m glad you agreed to wear the dress.” I smoothed a hand down the skirt of the midnight-blue silk gown I was wearing. It was backless, floor-length, and tailored perfectly to conceal the custom thigh holster strapped to my right leg. “It’s part of the camouflage,” I replied dryly. “Harder to spot the head of security if she looks like a plus-one. Are you ready?”

Eight tactical operatives in olive-drab body armor, helmets, and ballistic visors stood behind the doors, their short-barreled carbines raised, the red dots of their sights dancing across the stone pillars of the porch. Standing in the center of the semicircle, protected by two agents holding heavy ballistic shields, was a man in a sharp, charcoal-gray topcoat. He wasn't wearing tactical gear. He wore a neat, blue silk tie and a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles that caught the flashing light of the strobes. He held a leather federal badge folder in his left hand, his face a pale, unreadable mask of legal authority.

10 Secret service Agents and leader being Sasu as always, right now, he was already the Chief of Staff for the Secret Service Department, not only that after meeting him again he is right now already a Tier 4 Shinobi, Also along with the Secret Service Agent was naturally Selie and the my Secretary team, 2 of them actually, both them were from Maiden Unit Second generation and both of them were at the ranks of Sergeant, Xiltarra Erlshade and Lelenia Olortynnal, both of them were pure blooded Elven. It was an unusual line up actually, especially for the Secret Service Team. Because half of the member were all from the Shadow Beaver Shinobi clans. So 5 of the agents were not only wearing suits

In that smile, I knew it already – that sooner or later, we will escape. He started to unbutton his shirt which made me jolt on my seat. Without asking further, I saw him dropped pieces of women's clothes from the inside of his shirt. From what I remember, these are the outfit of those seductive looking ladies who serves alcoholic beverages of this place. [Change] he mouthed. From disguising as man, I was told to wear those for another cover. How could he think of this?

I wiped my eyes and slowly lifted the lid. Inside the box was a beautiful gold locket. When I opened it, there was a small picture of Danny on one side… and nothing on the other. “What is this?” I asked quietly. “It’s a promise.” “Of what?” “That I am coming back.” He reached under his shirt and pulled out a matching, much more masculine, dog-tag style locket. “I have one too. Mine has your picture in it. Don’t ask me where I got it. It’s top secret,” he joked.

Then she gave a short nod. “Fine.” Adrian reached into the security desk drawer and pulled out two white medical coats, tossing one to her. Elena caught it with one hand and looked at him flatly. “You want me to dress as one of them.” “I want us to get close enough to rip their operation apart from the inside.” “See, when you phrase it like that, it sounds almost romantic.” Adrian’s mouth almost moved. Almost. “Put the coat on.” Elena did. The coat was too large and smelled faintly of antiseptic, bleach, and the cold institutional air that had already started crawling under her skin. Adrian shrugged into the other one over his black shirt, concealing the gun at his back and the blood at his

He unbuttoned his custom pinstriped vest and dropped a thick, freshly bound leather folder onto the stone surface with a heavy thud. Zariel set her worn duffel bag down on the floor, feeling like an absolute fraud in her vibrant emerald-green blouse, the one piece of color she had managed to save from his security team's packing frenzy. She walked over to the island, pulled the folder toward her, and began flipping through the crisp, heavy pages.