Seha Special Agent Novels & Stories

Innocuous. I hesitated. "Up until she ceased to be." Cleff averted his gaze, raking his fingers through his hair. "We possess a mole." "We possessed one from the beginning." “No,” Leena replied gently. "We possessed a *secret agent*." "Now we have a witness." She gazed at me. "Are you still with us, Charles?" I gave a nod. "Forever." Ethan observed me intently for an extended period, then looked over at Lily. "Remove all security details." Clear Kara’s authorization. Secure Zack’s most recent location and halt all satellite activities in the vicinity of Sector D.

“Are you a policeman?” “I’m a special kind of policeman,” he said as they started climbing the stairs. “I work in the offices where your mommy picked you up yesterday.” “Wow, that place is huge,” Keisha said with awe. “The lady who walked me around said it was called FBI, and she was a secret agent. Are you a secret agent?” Alec chuckled. “Yeah, but sometimes it’s not so secret.” “Wow.” Keisha was impressed.

“Dude, did you get hit by a truck or something?” “No! He is a fucking pussy that got his ass handed to him by a little girl.” Spinning around, the cutest girl I have ever seen was leaning against the wall. I say cutest until I looked into her eyes, then she went from cute to hell cat. “Guys, this is Paige Amelia Stevenson.”Pointing to each of us in turn, “Paige, this is our team of specialists.” Leon Hutchins, head of surveillance, Sidney (Sid) Jesop, surveillance

“Say it.” ✘ ✘ ✘ Elena pushed off the counter—slowly, unthreatening, which was precisely what made it threatening. She closed the distance and stopped at a point that made the other woman consider stepping back, without technically crossing into anything that could be called an advance. “Suede Brown.” The name landed like a line read from a certified document. “Independent professional agent. No fixed affiliation. Plastic surgery eight months ago in Prague—same surgeon who handled three former Mossad agents whose names don’t need to enter this kitchen.”

Sure enough, he found her. Elizabeth Allen-Caldwell, Senior Special Agent, Federal Bureau of Investigation. "Holy shit," he muttered to himself, shaking his head. His phone blipped with a new email notification. Sorkin had replied. Well done. You found my pet.

“May I help you?” “We’re here for Theodora Vera. This is an order from the director,” said the tall agent. The dark-haired woman’s agent followed him inside. “Theia is in the kitchen. What’s this all about?” “Will you be the witness?” the woman asked. “For what?” “This involved them both,” the tall agent said. “Theodora Vera, this order involved the secrecy and the knowledge you’ve learned and about to learn about Ren Raito and Amelia Hayes. Any information you learn and share with others aside from the named mention and any other outside of the organization is subject to strong condemnation and punishment.”

She picked up the device, her dark eyes instantly narrowing as a high-priority, flashing red security notification lit up the screen. "Marc," she said, tapping her earpiece to connect to her COO immediately. "Tell me my servers weren't touched." "Not even close," Marc’s voice came through, layered with a low, amused chuckle. "Our military-grade firewalls didn't even have to break a sweat, Selah. A private espionage firm called Vanguard Intelligence tried to run an illegal deep-dive asset query on your alias and your public logistics registry about twenty minutes ago." Selah leaned her hip against the island, a slow, chillingly beautiful smile playing on her lips. "Camila West. She actually d

Marahil kung bakit ako nakatitig sa kanya at wala ang atensyon sa nagsasalitang opisyal ng Forensic. I tore my gaze from him and tried to listen the man in the front. Pero kusang bumabalik ang isipan ko sa mga spekulasyon ko. Isang tao lang ang may ungayan sa organisasyon ng WSA, si Mr. Willis. Nagtanong si agent 00015 sa lalaking taga Forensic at napatingin ako sa kanya.

Keeping one's phone nearby was a habit only masochists practiced. Meanwhile, outside the academy gate, a four-wheeled drive was parked. A man with a chiseled jawline, combed-back hair, thick bushy eyebrows, and piercing, unwavering eyes sat in the driver's seat. He was one of the National Security Bureau's top agents, named Sigurd "Sig" Mars. Trained in the nation's most prestigious regiment, Sig was a skilled expert in dismantling traps, handling firearms, and martial arts. His intimidating physique and piercing gaze commanded attention.

Agent Kaye stretched his arms behind his head, massaged his jaw, and put on his ‘Official Spokesperson’ face before he walked out of the safety of the HQ doors and into the bloody sea beyond. “Thank you all for coming today for the press release,” Agent Kaye began amidst the flashing cameras. “I am Agent Kaye of the Fourth Special Unit, and I will be giving you a brief summary of the most recent Anomaly Subjugation Mission undertaken by our Unit, in cooperation with the Third Special Unit headed by—” “Where’s Agent Lee? Bring out Jester Lee, we got questions for him,” shouted a particularly unruly man. Agent Kaye kept talking as if he hadn’t heard him.