Tank Jones Novels & Stories

DIANA: You have two tangos ahead Trevor: I see them Trevor sneaks to one of the targets while he waits for the defenders to start their volley of fire. He then executes the nearest target while fully hidden, two shots to the chest. He quickly approaches the downed enemy. He notices the enemy is still alive but incapacitated and trying to reach for his secondary. Trevor immediately pistol whips the target in the head, grabs the targets sidearm and finishes him off. He takes both pistols and holsters them then grabs the assault rifle the target was carrying. He also grabs a few magazines for the rifle.

He was not that close to Alberto, he just did him a favor. She was checking her work email when the door creaked. She dropped the phone and turned to look at the door. Jones came in with a gun pointed at her. Jones was a buff man, he had big muscles, broad shoulders and was about five feet eight inches tall. His short black hair was gelled back and he had a briefcase in his left hand. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" He asked as he dropped his briefcase on the ground while carefully watching her.

They thrive on this shit. "All loaded, boss. Do you want to go through the checklist?" Tank shouts to me. So let me introduce you to the first member of my team. Tank, aka Zane Micheals, age thirty-two ex-army special forces his nickname is Tank, why? Because he's built like one, the guy is enormous, and he's the muscle of the group and now works for swift security. I double-checked and rechecked the list with Tank as every bit of equipment we have is vital for this type of training, especially when you're fighting the elements up in the mountains.

It hits me on the left side of my jaw and throws me backward. A good-natured grin spreads across his face. “You took that one on purpose, didn’t you?” I shrug. He holds out a hand, and I take it. He pulls me forward. “Guys, this is Agent Tom Dune. I’ve told you about him.” He introduces me to the other men. The pierced one is Trey, the larger one aptly called Tank. “Well, you want the good news or the bad news?” Jared asks. “Bad.”

Well, it wasn’t only a matter of trust, because this was a job Jonathan was paying them for. Stepping out of his office, Jonathan took long strides to get to the elevator. As the doors were about to close, a hand suddenly shot in between to stop it. A petite woman calmly walked in beside him. “Jonathan.” “Riley.” Jonathan casually returned the greeting with a bop of his head. Riley Jones was a recruiter at JT Entertainment. Her job was basically to recruit known and unknown acts to the company. She was excellent at her job, and had a good eye for people, something Jonathan respected her for.

Do you know this man, Luke Jones? The vice president nodded, then suddenly shook his head. "There's no one in Merchant City…that doesn't know that name. "Rumors say that Luke Jones is cruel and heartless and never hesitates when taking revenge on the people that wronged him. "The last gang leader in Merchant City, a man named Todd, was killed by Luke Jones himself." As he said this, the vice president started to shake. "I hear that Todd accepted a job offer that he shouldn't have and killed someone, but the person who was killed was Luke's friend.

I pull him in for a hug, I know being outside alone all these years has been hard on him, but I still feel like he abandoned me and the family I do not care if he's a schoolteacher or a beggar on the street he's my cousin, all he needs to do is be there. "Thank you, Nick. You have no idea how much this means to me." "Let’s save Commander Smith first than worry about the rest" "Commander Stevens how do you want to handle this?" "Commander?" Both Raven and I say at the same time? Reign shoots the guy a death glare "This is Edward Jones, my partner" "Dude, I didn't know you were gay" Raven says. I could not help but laugh. Reign isn't a mere High school Principal, he's surely an undercover agen

“Please… I can’t. Not again.” Tank didn’t talk much. He just stared at her like a price he'd been gifted, already palming the bulge in his dirty cargo pants. The big man was easily six-five and built like a fridge. Jax sat down in one of the chairs, legs spread, and lit a cigarette. “Strip her.”

"You should look more to your left, blondie, she doesn't like being ignored." I turned my head slightly and saw the sturdy body of Jax Jones leaning against a shiny black Range Rover. His strong tattooed arms were crossed over his chest, and he was staring at something on his phone without even looking around. I remembered he had said we needed to talk, and even though it had been a week already, I wanted to talk and keep discovering things about him because NOTHING was what I had discovered in a week. Nobody knew ANYTHING about him, nothing that could be useful to me.