Spy Games 2 Novels & Stories

“The biggest piece of the puzzle is the floor plans.” “You got them from Greg,” Mark said slowly. “He gave them to you with all the other documentation.” “Right.” Dallas slammed on the brakes, swerved around some ice, hit the gas again. “And he knew all her security codes. He’d be able to get total access to her, no problem. Every time she changed her cell number, he’d know the new one. Wherever she was, he’d know. When she wasn’t home, he’d know. He probably cloned her cell, set up spyware on her laptop. He probably listened to every fucking conversation she had, read every text and e-mail.” He swerved around a slower vehicle. “He’d know all about what a good suspect Abe Castell is, too. Ac

The realization steals my breath. For five years, I was a prisoner. A number. A traitor’s daughter. Absolutely nothing. And now… I look like a real girl. “See?” Seyla says softly. I tear my eyes from the mirror. “What?” A smile tugs at her lips. “I knew she was hiding under there somewhere.” Something suspiciously close to emotion climbs into my throat. I immediately shove it back down. “No crying,” Lyra warns. “I don’t cry.” The door suddenly swings open.

I didn't even have a city. But I had the frequency. And I knew exactly where they were going. "I'm coming for him," I whispered to the empty sky. "And I'm bringing hell with me." As Zora stands in the ruins of Aethelgard, a small, mechanical spider crawls out of the mud and onto her foot. It’s a messenger drone from the "Mother’s Shadow"—the rebels who stayed behind. It projects a final, desperate coordinate: VANE GLOBAL HEADQUARTERS. Zora realizes the Hegemony didn't just take Dante; they left the General behind to "clean up." And as she looks up at the Ivory Spire, she sees the "Total Purge" didn't destroy it. The Spire is glowing a toxic, radioactive green. The General has activated the "

No jamming, no scatter noise, just a precise cut, made by someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Hangman scrolled through the packet logs, sifting through slices of telemetry. Then he found it: a distinct signature embedded in the traffic. Sharp. Efficient. Confident. He leaned back, whispering, “Who are you?” A name flashed on-screen: Spyke. Hangman opened the code in a sandbox. It reacted instantly, patterns shifting, almost playful. Someone smart had planted it, someone inside Marlowe, someone protecting Sebastian’s team. Fine. If he couldn’t breach them head-on, he’d twist the field instead.

Spencer would not be pleased that I downed his system and set his facilities on fire but what must be done will be done. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “Psst!” No response. The spy seemed dead to me but I knew better. “Double-headed snake! It’s me. I know you’re not sleeping or unconscious.” Cass barely moved his lips but I heard him. “There are cameras around you idiot!” “Not anymore. I downed the system for a while and started a fire on the other end for a diversion. Spencer has his hands full.” Cass cracked up with amusement. “Clever.”

Carter said to himself while sending a message to his grandmother. "Granny, we need to dispatch Chad as soon as possible," he messaged the elder Smith. Chad had seen Carter hidden at the back of the curtain. He whispered to Rouge," You have a snake inside your mansion, Tito Rouge." Rouge widened his eyes. Perhaps it's about time to ask for Chad's protection for Chelsey and Carina. "I know. Thank you for arriving this early so we could plan. I cannot protect my wife and daughter anymore," Rouge wiped out his tears.

Stephen said, snatching his phone and Bryan heaved a breath. “Then let's go, now!” he said standing up quickly. “The lady at the spa?” Stephen asked, referring to Jenna whom Bryan had told him of. “She can't go anywhere” Bryan assured with certainty obvious in his voice. “I need to go seek permission from my boss then, a minute please” Stephen said, excusing himself. He returned a few minutes later, without his apron and without hesitation, the duo walked out of the bar. “I’ll do the driving” Stephen said and they both sauntered into the car.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

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