Novel & Cerita The Spy Who Came In From The Cold Novel

I stopped at the convenience store nearby and bought a coffee. A few young women wearing company ID badges stood nearby gossiping together. "Did you guys see Isabel today? She looked so smug. That hickey on her neck was barely covered." "Please. Everyone knows exactly how she climbed the ladder. And, of all people, Mr. Newman seriously picked her?" "Men are all the same once they get rich. I heard Mr. Newman takes Isabel into his office all the time during lunch breaks. Closes the door and everything. Who knows what they’re doing in there?"

A month later, one of the police officers in Columbus City told me that Snowie's case had ended. Snowie Walton's real name was Suki Winterfeld, hailing from Gerpania. She was sent over to our country ever since she was young, groomed to enter the National Defense University just to steal confidential documents. They also found other spies like her, who had been groomed since young to steal important documents, in other important universities. They all used the same method. First, they accuse a classmate and isolate them. Then, after stealing confidential documents, they blamed it on that classmate.

6 SABRINA The next day The room was cold, the type of chill that sunk into your skin and made your blood feel sluggish. I stood in the center, arms folded tightly across my chest, my stance rigid. The air reeked of Viktor’s cologne—a sharp, woody scent that wrapped itself around me like invisible chains. He sat behind the massive mahogany desk, his silhouette stark against the dim, flickering light of the lamp. Viktor was quiet, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass. Whiskey. His drink of choice. I hated how calm he looked. Like nothing in this world could shake him.

I could feel an intense gaze on me but i didn’t dare to look at the direction it’s coming from. I opened my book and started working, but that feeling didn’t go away, i was definitely being watched. Mr Isaac’s voice echoed in the classroom. “Winston Smith is the protagonist of which George Orwell novel?” I raised my hand. “Yes Miss Jenkins” “1984” “Very, very good Miss Jenkins, that is correct can you tell me what genre of book does Danielle Steel primarily write?” “Romance” “Excellent! What do George Eliot, George Sand and Acton Bell all have in common?”

SSHS 115 It was… anti-climatic. Normally, in novels or any media that involves spies, missions and undercovers, it was always with the non- stop and packed with action. There was always an explosion somewhere, the anxiety inducing stand- off, the witty banters between enemies and the undeniable chemistry between the leads. But now, it was all the opposite of it all. It was anti- climatic to the point that the normal things that can be seen from a spy novel are nowhere to be found in this place. Although that is what was expected by the two rookie undercover spies as they were called to the office of the Dean, all that happened is that they were informed of the progress of the mission: about

NO ONE ASKED BY QUINTUS NOONE The framework of this novel is factual. However, my cast of characters and some of their adventures are all purely imaginary. Quintus Noone September 2021 This book is inspired by true events, where names and places have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. LIST OF CHARACTERS Quintus Noone…………………………………………. Retired MI5 agent Blanche Bradbury…………………………………… Home Office Pathologist Inspector Brooks…………………………………….. Metropolitan Police

Then, after a breath, colder still. “And that woman. Bring Lily Hart to me.” I didn’t look back. The moment the car door closed, the soundproof glass shut out every voice behind us.

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Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

He starts the narration of what happened, and along with it, my nervousness increases. "What does this boy look like?" I ask, not sure which is worse: this boy being a stranger or Alfred's imbecile. "From the looks of it, he's from Skyfall" He assures me and my father shakes his fat head. "I knew they would come looking for her to come back, belief will always speak louder..." Mr. Jeremy Rockefeller, my father, is right, which is no surprise to anyone. " I am not finished, my lord..." The hesitation in the spy's voice since his arrival extends to his face and his trembling hands.