Novel & Cerita Supernatural Fbi Agents

If he'd known then that Daniel had Wendy's entire family under surveillance, he'd have made a different call. It should have been Travis Daniel went after, not Bliss. "Travis, thanks for joining us." Supervisory Special Agent Ryan Brooks strode toward him, arm extended. He breathed federal officer, from the close-cropped hair to the no-nonsense suit. He seemed a little out of place in the middle of the desert, but Travis wasn't about to underestimate the man. He led the FBI's Behavior Analysis Unit that specialized in serial killers. Travis shook the agent's hand and nodded at the man and woman at his back.

"After that, you'll be on your own with whatever legal problems Derek creates for you." The next morning, I was drinking coffee and trying to decide whether to accept Vincent's offer when someone knocked on my door. Through the peephole, I could see two people in dark suits who looked like federal agents. "Mrs. Hayes? We're Agent Rodriguez and Agent Park from the FBI. We need to speak with you about Derek Thompson and his criminal network." I opened the door with trembling hands, knowing that this conversation would determine the rest of my life. "Mrs. Hayes," Agent Rodriguez said, "we understand that you had regular contact with Derek Thompson during the conspiracy that targeted your son's

I didn’t recognize either of them. Each was dressed in a black uniform with FBI badges decorating their shoulders. “What’s going on?” I asked, wrapping my arms in front of myself, to hide my chest. “Miss Shelby Hatton?” one of the agents asked, getting to his feet. “Yes, that’s me,” I answered, stepping back slightly. The agent flipped open his badge showing it to me. “I am Agent Gatlin with the FBI. I’m going to need you to come with us.”

Alex rolled her eyes as she tied her wet hair into a messy bun and put on her shades. “Where’s the idiot?” She asked, sitting down on the vacant chair. “Probably going through another bottle at the bar,” Damon replied as he put on his shirt. He took out his phone and read something before handing it to her. “Check this out. Looks like the FBI is still monitoring Malkus.” She took his phone and stared at the photo sent to him. “You know, I still don’t understand why they haven’t made a move on him yet,” she remarked seriously, returning the phone to him. “What are they waiting for?”

I just stared at him, unable to say anything. He introduced himself to me and after a very lengthy conversation I learnt that he was the leader of the group he called 'the Rebel'; That their planet had been taken over by The Force, a group that overthrew the government, killed almost everyone of them with supernatural abilities that refused to work for them and enslaved other citizens. The Rebel was formed to identify those with powers and bring them such that when their numbers grew big they would rise up against the Force and reclaim their land.

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While I had spent five years believing they weren’t mine. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to tear him apart with my bare hands. But more than that, I wanted them. My boys. I wanted to hold them. To tell them I was their father. To protect them from the monster who had raised them under false pretenses. My phone buzzed again. I picked it up with shaking hands. It was my head of security. “Sir… there are FBI agents in the building. They’re questioning employees about financial records, shell companies, and something called the Blackwings network.

"Tracy should have regained consciousness long before then, I'll just talk to her, get her to walk me through the whole thing, we may get something to use against him." "See what I mean? He won't even let us take the win. You keep ringing it in my head, but usually when there's a win we aren't still trying to gather evidence. I'm surprised that we even need to. Why would the FBI send agents on a man hunt for a man they have nothing for us. It makes zero sense." A few eyes turned to me as I raved, but I'm not stopping even if they gawk. It's the hard truth they all should know.

“Agent Sarah Chen. This is Agent Marcus Webb. FBI Organised Crime Task Force. May we come in?” It was barely ten in the morning. Elena had been awake for twenty minutes, still in her pyjamas, coffee halfway made. Her world was already tilted from her father’s funeral three days ago—the staged grief, the polished criminals pretending to mourn, Vincent’s fake warmth while venom sat behind his eyes. And now the FBI had found her. “Do I need a lawyer?” she asked, hand tight on the frame. “You’re not under investigation,” Chen said gently. “We just want to ask some questions about your brother, and about your father’s estate.”

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.