Secret Class Novels & Stories

, He asked unsure of my behavior now towards him, Oh now I get it, I forgot to say him where the file placed. "Oh sorry, it skipped my mind to say where it is, now go towards the shelf consists of pile of files and just move the files of second rack beside, you can see a maroon painted wooden piece which is in shape of rectangle just press it inwards", I said him waiting to do it, after listening the sounds of moving files and clicking the wooden piece inward, I continued "so you can a secret locker now press the number key I dictate and you can get the file you want in it, it's 142916", I said him, my pass code, which I maintained for everything because this can never be hacked due to high

I took my phone on the bed and marched out if the house. I know no where in Nigeria. The ladies in the reception were drooling as I walk pass. I board a taxi and entered. "Take to a police station here" I muttered. ..................... Kate's pov I began to read the diary loud. It reads: Dear diary, when will Kate know about this secret we've been keeping from her? How will I tell her that Janet her sister isn't her biological sister. She's Andrew's daughter. Her uncle. He really wanted to use Jane has his burnt offering to the god(idol) he was serving but knew his secret and had to save baby Jane who was still 5 then and Kate is just a year old.

Moments later they arrived at a private airport. She opened her own door and saw there was a small plane waiting. She was confused. She looked at her cell phone she was about to contact her husband but noticed her phone had no service. She tried again, but there was no use. Where was she flying to? What was going on? The motor on the plane started up and her hair wafted around her face. “Marcus?Where am I going?” She hoped she didn't sound scared. “Mr.King has insisted you take this small charter plane to a secret location. From there you will be given further instructions. That’s all I know.”

Ruby sat in the tub reeling from the brief conversation. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ **Dez** "Viktor! I found her; I'm leaving now." He was ecstatic and ready to leave. "Do not say where you are going. No one needs to know what you are doing. This must remain a secret until we know more about this situation." This was an odd request but he didn't mind. Dez was a private person anyway. "This may be more dangerous than I originally thought. Be extremely cautious." "I understand, I will text you after I get settled." He turned and was out of the building and in his car in less than thirty seconds.

Slid it under my pillow, where it lived with all my other secrets. Safe. For now.

Everyone else was where they were supposed to be, but I wasn’t about to waste another second playing fair. I walked quickly, purposefully, until I reached Seb’s locker. I glanced left, then right. Empty hall. Perfect. I’d already managed to get his passcode earlier this week, people underestimate how easy it is to watch someone when they’re not paying attention. He thought he was clever, but I was smarter. I typed the numbers in. The lock clicked open. Inside, a pile of books and random junk. But one thing caught my eye immediately: a small black box shoved into the corner. There was a sloppy label on the top in Seb’s handwriting: Secret.

I ordered then sat up in seriousness. Sean walked to the front of the hall and everyone’s eyes followed him like he was the savior who could save them from me, but I could see the savior’s eyes trembling. Sean cleared his throat then fixed his laptop on the table, “We just realized the design which had been kept as a top secret has been stolen and we also heard the person has started working on it. Also, there is no way we can access the file anymore as I have found out that it has been deleted on every one of our systems! And this went missing last week!” Sean explained then nervously looked up at me.

Names that appeared for six months, then vanished into a clerk’s shrug. Sean’s pencil was an instrument, not a fidget. He circled dates, drew arrows between initials that repeated across departments. “This one—H.K.—signs off on ammo requisitions and rail clearances. H. Koerner? Kappel? Doesn’t matter yet.” “Geheimhaltungsstufe,” Silvia murmured, tapping a stamp. “Secrecy level. Tier three. You didn’t get that for experimental boots.” Terry mimed a rifle. “Long grey thing—pew pew—”

A key. ---

Kelsey smiled and tapped the icon, only for her smile to wither and die. Heads up, cat is out of the bag. "Shit," Kelsey muttered. She'd expected the secret to get out, but this quick? Wait, which secret were they talking about here? Which one? She hit send and sighed. A few moments later, a reply dinged. Your new job. Say as little as possible and only use the secure app from now on. Her mind immediately went to the mole. Was this them again? Someone in their ranks working against them?