Romans & histoires Swat Kats Characters

Axton had used me so easily; playing the victim and getting away with it. ‘I get that you’re suspicious of me. Honestly, if the situation was reverse, I would be suspicious of me too. I have no memory and you have no idea of knowing if I’m a genuine person or not…so, I’m sorry if I come off as entitled or bratty. I’m trying to figure this out just as much as you are.’ ‘Gustav?’ ‘Yeah…do you know him? He’s the town Sherriff. Does the name ring a bell?’

These guys are massive, and the three that are bigger radiate power. “I see the three of you have not changed.” The one guy says, laughing. “Nope, nothing has changed,” Chris says, standing up. He gives the three guys hugs. He obviously knows them, and I wonder which are the werecats. I wonder what supernatural beings the three large guys are. “Ok, everyone these three are Tye, Mitchell, and Payton. They are the leaders of the werecats. These three are Draydon, Blake, and Xion.” Kylani announces.

"I am not one warrior alone, but one of a thousand warriors who have fought before me'...isn't that part of the oath of every member of the Security Detail swears?" Katrina fell to her knees. "Please Cáel. Please save us," she begged me. Something was very wrong with that. "How dare you?" Fatima howled at Katrina. Instead of being ashamed, Katrina's supplicant's face turned first into a grim grin, then one of gallows laughter.

I extend my hand to him and he shakes it as he and his partner reach our gathering of wolves. “Agreed. Alpha, this is Detective Doug Fergeson. He recently transferred to homicide from narcotics.” Scott introduces his partner. That explains why I’ve never met this one, as I’ve never had the opportunity to work with any narcotics detectives. But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands.

The Swift Security Series Ben Chapter 112 Ben’s point of view Main character introduction Ben Willis ( Nickname Bulldog), age 32, ex-special forces, now working for swift security. I've loved her for as long as I can remember, she was married to one of my best friends, and I watched her fall apart when he was killed in the army; we were all in the same regiment, and I saw how much her grief destroyed her leaving her fighting a losing battle with depression and there wasn't a single thing I could do to help her.

CHAPTER 43: Elara’s Perspective I stared at the monitor, unable to breathe. Katya. My little sister. Standing outside the safehouse dressed like a trained operative, her face blank, unreadable. The same Katya who used to sneak cookies from the kitchen with me. The same Katya who cried when I scraped my knees. The same Katya who hugged me the night I left to marry a man I didn’t know. Now she was wearing the insignia of the Phoenix—the same organization that had me labeled as a dormant weapon.

Tsung’s men, until the King of Hong Kong came to add some taste of his own medicine. To bring down Mr. Tsung, the FBI had to bring in the SWAT team and that’s because you don’t walk into a cartel not prepared for one hell of a war and it just turned out to be so. The NYPD and SWAT units along with the FBI were able to bring down the famous Red Flower Cartel, ruled by Mr. Tsung. The big guy, a.k.a the Komondor saved the life of Jessica Strauss by taking two bullets for her, but he survived the bullets in injuries.

he asked me. Stanley’s POV Since, my contact with Kate I have been trying to put two and two together, I discovered that her parents might not be as simple as everyone think. Moreover, from a psychological point of view I think she suffered from PTSD. “Her dad is a Syrian American and her mom is a Belgian. They died when she was eight years old. Her full name is Kate Zainab Omar.” Emma’s POV “Wow! I don’t even that much” I said with excitement. “Why does that name Zainab sounds so familiar?” I asked Stanley.

"I'll do it! Don't test me!" Calloway froze. His hands came up. Placating. "Okay. Okay, I'm not moving. Just—just ease up. You're hurting her." Damien's grip loosened slightly. Just enough for me to drag in a breath. Charlotte was crying. Continuous, terrified wails that cut through everything else. She could sense the danger. Could feel my fear radiating through every point of contact. "Damien." A new voice. Female. Authoritative. One of the SWAT team members stepped forward. Older. Calm. A negotiator. "I'm Lieutenant Parker. Can we talk about this?"

“That’s the list you asked for.” I pulled the thick envelope from my jeans pocket and slid it over the table to him. “Thanks.” “You call me if you run into trouble,” Wrath said as three more men joined us. “You’re really Dominic Vittori’s son?” “Yes,” I said and looked at them. They were big men, dangerous looking, but men I felt at home with, having grown up with my own set of bad men. Their patches identified them as K-9, Dagger, Weasel, and Omen.