Task Force 141 Characters Novels & Stories

cried Viper from her end. 'The same reason why I've been following you ever since I set foot on this pathetic little world of yours...to take back what's mine!' "For a guy who claims to be so mighty, you're not that great in making sense." Prometheus snarled. 'You have the scent of the last Herald on you, child!' "I don't even know what that is?" 'The universe is held together by three forces of power that are the Oculus, the Reign and the Darkforce itself!'

To console her. "We are done for. The Aldermen have formulated a task force to find me and that has never failed in history" she explained sadly. "Task Force?. What the hell is that?" Raymond couldn't understand what she was talking about. "They are group of specially trained people with strange weapons to take out any criminal that has proved too hard for the police to apprehend" Grace was now in tears. She wiped off her tears but another one kept running down her cheeks immediately she wiped some away.

Willy said with a smile, standing upright again. “I’m Tony Freemont of the Global Defence Task Force,” Freemont said. “Cool! I’m Willy Goodwill from New York,” Willy said. And he added, “Shall we put our backs into it?” “You bet!” Freemont agreed. And the two new friends joined in the fight once again, this time Willy was not alone, he had the other extended friends also, apart from his original team. Nerma who was formerly Hilter Reichert’s Chief lieutenant. But he was now a member of the Global Defence TF under Freemont, after he had a falling off with his former master Reichert: After Hilter Reichert had abandoned him, leaving him for dead.

Nine weeks later. Monday. Task Force Headquarters, Washington, DC. EVAN FASTENED THE TOP button of his suit and clipped the name badge on his lapel. The logo was for a fictional company that existed, but served as the front for the Task Force operations out of a DC office building. The move to DC had been as quick as Zain warned them. Unfortunately, their job was a lot of hurry up and wait broken up with odd jobs that made little to no sense at all. Most days Evan was a glorified chauffer. To date, they'd only done one real operation, and that had been a near disaster.

Charlie said with satisfaction, “I still have another task for you during this period of time.” Porter hurriedly said, “Mr. Wade, do not hesitate to give me your order. I’ll definitely go all out to get it done for you!” Charlie said, “I want you to conduct an undisclosed comprehensive assessment within Ten Thousand Armies. You should select thirty core members with the strongest strength, best understanding, and the highest loyalty, and then submit the name list to me.” Porter said without hesitation, “Okay, Mr. Wade!”

She ran a hand over his firm ass, then gave it a hard slap before leaping for a towel. *** They sat around the table, stuffed to the gills, listening to Lizzy tune her guitar. She sat next to Johnny as he traced lazy fingers over the back of her neck. “Why do you refer to Ryker’s team as the ‘threes’?” Lizzy asked. Donnie looked for confirmation from Johnny before answering. “We can’t give you any specifics, but there are six teams situated around the world. We all work for a task force that identifies key militant leaders and topples them from their infamous perches. Leaders who have gained momentum and power and are a direct threat to US assets and facilities. Men who are protected by mone

"Tindo told them we were monsters. Malik proved it to them on national television. They know what's coming up the highway." Baraka turned to face his makeshift army. It was a ragtag, desperate assembly. At its core were the forty-two hardened, deeply traumatized veterans of Task Force Eclipse, clad in their sterile grey prison jumpsuits and scavenged tactical vests. Flanking them were thirty civilian volunteers from the Warren—bakers, mechanics, and teachers whose only combat experience was surviving the purges. They carried rusted pipes, wooden bats, and the sheer, desperate willpower to protect the families they had left behind in the dark.

Ed wanted to have the approvals in place before their arrival. Ed typed up 2 proposals. Firstly, to commission a special task force comprising of 15 members including himself. Second was to re-commission the Triad and Devil’s general and to assign them as honorary members of the task force. To assemble the 15 members of the special task force, he recommended- -Re-calling Major General Daniel Winslow from retirement and reinstating to Special task force as Chief. -Re-calling special agents Simon Andrews and Amelia Simon from retirement and reinstating them.

They don't know that the wolves are done hiding. They don't know that an alpha has decided to fight back. And they definitely don't know about the woman who spent fifty years building a resistance, waiting for this moment. Dante's phone buzzes. A text from Agent Morrison: Heard about Beacon Point. The Task Force is in. We're with you. Let's take these bastards down. More texts follow. From Alpha Chen, Alpha Rivera, and even Alpha Blackthorn, packs pledging support, offering resources, and ready to fight.

These Arab buffoons are about to find out exactly how much mistake they made. All 14 agents of the Cali task force were gathered around the small conference table. The room was poorly lit, so it was impossible to see all their faces. Those who couldn't squeeze around the small table stood in a half-moon around the room. The mood was poignant. They had watched their task Chief dial the twin's number five times now. She was about to dial the sixth time when one of the Agents, as muscular as Hammer but more hotheaded, concluded that it was useless.