Tiva Ncis Novels & Stories

FLASHBACK Just an hour after Eve got out of the Gray corporation, Tiala paced around the office, her perfectly manicured nails in between her teeth as she tried to think of Eve’s words. On one hand, she was happy that Eve would make her mission easier for her but on the other hand, she couldn’t bring herself to trust the girl fully and agree to the truce.

Trevor: Sitrep? DIANA: Vice Admiral Rerillion Gapes is KIA. We have lost one of four transit capsules. You are now Captain of the DJS ITALICA. The ITALICA is a wanted vessel in this universe cluster. You have one unviewed Video. Trevor: *surprised* What Video? DIANA: File name; "In case I don't make it.tuv" Still confused and suffering with great grief Trevor wondered for a bit. He thinks he had just got delusional. He then decides to play the video.

He sent me a selfie, grinning like a maniac in front of multiple glowing monitors, cables running along the walls like spaghetti wires, two high-end PCs, and a wall-mounted screen flashing code. He’d spray-painted a small steel plate and nailed it to the entrance. “TK BASE.” Typical Tomas. I called him, wine glass in hand, still in my robe. “TK Base?” He shrugged, biting into a slice of pizza. “Tomas and Krystal. It’s a brand.” “You’re hopeless.” “You love it.” I did. Because in that base, surrounded by tech and secrets, Tomas was already running surveillance on Venice’s fake friends, Ivy’s social calendar, and Darren’s financial activity. We weren’t just watching. We were waiting.

Vance held up his hand. "I will not be taking further questions. Thank you." He stepped back from the podium. Jovi stayed close to him. Her hand was still in his. They turned and walked away from the lights, the cameras, the shouting. The screen cut to the news anchor. The anchor spoke, but Nerissa did not hear the words. Ms. Tan reached for the remote. She turned off the screen. The room went quiet again. Ms. Tan looked at Nerissa. Her face was unreadable. "You may return to your desk, Ms. Sullivan. We will be in touch."

Most had been dead ends. But one row, third from the bottom, still made her stomach drop. > Name: K.N. Alias 1: Kara Nichols — Logistics Officer, Vestra Maritime Holdings Alias 2: K. Nolan — Corporate Liaison, Telwyn Strategic Ops Tied to: Blackwood Procurement ‘07 / East Asia Investment Front ‘08 Status: Unknown / possibly scrubbed Ava stared at the screen. Kara. Nolan. K.N. Two names. Same ghost. She clicked the cross-link.

⸻ In a shadowed apartment five miles away, Tania sat on her sofa, eyes fixed on the screen. Her system dashboard showed what she’d been waiting for: Exposure Capsule: 3 Pattern Matches Ethics Board Review: In Queue ETA: 36 hours until formal alert The match was live. The timer had started. Everything was falling into place. But then another alert popped up. From her terminal sweep tool. Internal Vault Access — ID: GN–471 (R. Navarro) Terminal: Auxiliary Texture Station Timestamp: 6:14 a.m. Tania sat up straight. “What the hell?”

Sir the plate number you sent to me is quite a tricky one, and the owner of that vehicle can't be your suspect, he is too valuable to this country.” a man in an NCIS uniform spoke, looking into the eyes of Mr.Cage with a cup of coffee in his hands while sitting. Nia stood quietly beside the entrance door, her eyes were pale, she must have been crying a lot since her kids were kidnapped. “What do you mean valuable?" Mr.Cage raised an eyebrow, as his eyes turned a shade darker, he must be getting annoyed.

“I’m in. I can see the network now. Give me access.” Vince moved toward the main console. Caldwell remained at the top of the stairs, watching. Tiana glanced back at him. “You’re not worried.” He tilted his head. “Should I be?” Vince plugged in the device Lucas had given him. Lucas’s voice sharpened. “I’m pulling files now. There’s… a lot here.” Tiana scanned the labels on nearby drives. Names. Dates. Codes. Lives cataloged like trophies. Her stomach turned.

Nevertheless, she persisted, driven by the need to unearth the truth. The series of instructions unfolded before her, a guide mapped out by Tina to hack into Trevor's iCloud and delete the photos and videos from the day of his presentation. With each command she executed, Emma felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her body. Hacking into Trevor's iCloud was more than just accessing information—it was about reclaiming power and taking control of her own narrative.

“Just that they call themselves the Marching Tides, are currently being led in Nick’s absence by someone only known as ‘Rick’, and that they have a vendetta to reveal T.H.E.M.’s sordid history to the world. My contacts in Salt Lake do not want that information to come to light, so I trust they gave me all the information they had to give.” “What about this ‘Rick’ guy,” I ask. “Any ideas who he might be?” Twitch. Twitch. “I’m afraid not. We never had any agents named Rick, or Richard, or anything even remotely like that. I’m sure it’s a code name and not his real name, obviously, but I honestly have no idea as to who he might be.” Twitch. Twitch.