Sniper X Spy Novels & Stories

If I pay attention to my anger like the first time, I might get shot again. I wasn't surprised when I heard Helen shout. To her, it was a shock so she needed to react to it. I ordered the shot. Before I left my men, my sniper was already in position waiting for my order. I had on my left ear an invisible spy earpiece so I heard everything they said. I only communicated with gestures. The plan was to fire right at my back anytime I fisted facing Buzz. Buzz must be so dumb to think that I will renounce my position after everything I've gone through. I signed the document to make him feel safe and not suspect anything.

Greer snapped his head over to his Prez. “The fuck you will. This could be a trap of some kind to draw you out.” Maverick nodded. “They would love to snipe you.” “There are no snipers out there,” one of Viktor’s men said. When everyone turned to stare at him, Viktor introduced them all, “This is Deter, my second. Then Ivan, Grisha, Matvey, Andrey and Adrik.” Deter spoke again, “We know of 10 spooks out there right now, but they carry no guns, so it is odd.”

she apologized as Tommy hummed before taking the gun away. Returning with a different gun, Jasmine admires the specific gun with admiration, "This is a sniper, you seem to like this one, " he said as Jasmine nodded, "It looks cool, " she said as Tommy nodded, "It is, but it takes a lot of training to master this gun, " he said as Jasmine nodded.

And his purpose had crystallized. Aria Moretti had to die. Not quickly. Not mercifully. But slowly enough that she understood what she'd taken from him. Slowly enough that she could feel herself becoming irrelevant, just as he'd become irrelevant. Ghost was a sniper. That had always been his specialty. The Commission had trained him because he was the best. Could make shots from impossible distances. Could factor in wind, temperature, elevation, movement. Could calculate probabilities in his head faster than most people could input them into computers.

Xavier asked hoarsely as Leon arrived at the right side of the bed. “The traitor’s identity turned out to be a spy from the Volkov Clan. Early this morning I just finished carrying out the punishment on him, and around six a.m., he was already sent before your grandfather as you ordered. By now, your grandfather should have finished dealing with him.” “Hm,” Xavier muttered. He leaned his head against the headboard, then stared intently at Leon. “And what about the matter I asked you to investigate?” ​"The sniper who attacked you last night was from the Volkov Clan," Leon reported in a low voice.

*giggles* After that, I'm going to ki- "Wtf! Bro, stop smiling, it's terrifying." Relax, William, that's your brother. "SHUT UP," I demanded. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is William Carter, and I am a 36-year-old assassin. Reaper is the codename I use. Many people have motivations for being a spy, assassin, criminal, and so on. However, I became an assassin because of my father. Third-person pov

Captain Hiragi trains us himself. When we headed to the back of the camp where we train, the others were already there. There are only four of us- me, Marco, Josaiah, and Xy. I’m a marksman. I use an electrified steel bow that generates its own steel charged arrows. Marco Kleighs is an assassin. He uses daggers that poison the blood of the flesh it is pierced or slashed on. Even the smallest and slightest of cuts can kill the person in a matter of seconds. Josaiah Solace is the warrior, the fighter who has the best combat skills in the squad. He carries laser induced plasma twin blades that shade the color emerald. Xy Caurus is the creator or the inventor. He runs the ground game- creating

“This is Sky Sullivan.” “Noted,” came the reply. “I want The Wyvern in full action tonight. If Sachin is successfully assassinated, half of Great Sky Group’s assets will be yours to take.” “Sounds good.” A brief exchange concluded the deal. The Wyvern was an exceptional sniper squad, made up of retired marksmen from around the world, the best in their countries. They had arrived in the Celestial Empire a year ago, brought in by Sky with an obscene amount of money. Their purpose here was simple—to kill Sachin.

His nostrils flared. “Go,” he murmured, voice ragged. They reached the top. At the top, four snipers were positioned along the edge. Jax fired first. Ashley followed. Two snipers dropped instantly. The other two ducked, returning fire. Jax shoved her behind a vent. “Stay low!” “No chance!” she shouted back. She popped out and fired again, her shot grazing one sniper’s shoulder. Jax took the other with a clean shot to the chest. The last one scrambled back, retreating toward the tower.

Stephan's POV Clarissa's idea sounded so easy and simple, but I knew that things could go wrong with our plans. I will contact one of my friends, known as X-ray, but I call him Ray from another pack to help me track it. He is a guy I helped a long time ago; he was known for buying weapons and technology and selling them to the highest bidder. He is also a skilled hacker. He pissed the wrong people off because of that. They hired assassins to take him out.