Trevor Jackson On Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

"I don't know what you're talking about, Jackson. I'm just trying to do my job." I narrowed my eyes. "Oh, yeah? I saw you saying hello to another guy in front of the building. And then here you are now, by yourself with no one else around. I do know there's something you need to tell me, Austin. What?" He stopped and then attempted to smile, but his smile didn't reach his eyes. "Listen, I can't discuss this," he leaned in on her and whispered, "I am working undercover for Kylie, collecting information. That is all.".

While Maverick was talking to his mate on the phone I went to our bedroom and had a shower and I got dressed into my pajamas before I came back downstairs and Maverick and Jackson were sitting at the dining table again talking. I joined them and Jackson went to get me a coffee before he sat back down again and I knew that he had something on his mind. "Taylor. I was just telling Maverick about you seeing the Hunters headquarters. The warehouse now." Jackson says. "Yeah." I say.

“Jackson, do you know Jenny?” "Of course, of course I've met this beauty before, it's hard to meet, let's talk for a bit." Jackson was as enthusiastic as at first, directly pulling Jenny into the cafe. “This… You're on patrol right now, and the fine hasn't been written yet…” “Ah, are you really planning to fine my friend? Is it okay to work privately for once?” Jackson stopped walking and looked at Jenny with watery eyes. Mark said, “Jackson, we were actually teammates not long ago…”

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael

Jackson shakes his head at Liam’s question. “None of your business Liam, nothing you will understand or need to know. Anyway, the lads will be here soon” Jackson gets up grabbing the bottles from the kitchen, another night of booze I am guessing. Although I believe that it is mostly for everyone else as he is watching the kids, the sound of knocking on the door Jackson walks over to answer it turning to look at me. I am guessing it is the team I am with and he wants confirmation before saying come in. Walking over Trevor stands there taking in Jackson's figure.

He trailed her gaze and gulped when he realized what she was looking at. She walked up to the wall and touched a circular hole on the wall. Like something penetrated it. "What happened? " She asked. "It's just a drill. " He lied and she knew. When she first saw it, she knew immediately it was a bullet that caused it and since he doesn't want to talk, then he's hiding something. If he went to learn self defense, they wouldn't give him licence to a gun. So her assumption was in two ways. It's either he was attacked, and he doesn't want me to know. Or that he's a wanted criminal and is living undercover.

I kept asking, and every time he ignored me, I hit him again. I don’t know how long we kept this up for. It wasn’t until Stitch came in and checked he was still breathing after he finally lost consciousness. “That’s enough for now.” Ink called. He hadn’t got anything out of the guy he was beating the shit out of either. Creek, our VP, came out of the last cage smirking. “he sang like a little fucking canary” he laughed. “So, the guy you’re after, Tom Jackson, is hiding in an apartment over in Queens. Fuck knows what he’s doing there. We will have to fly out to get him.” He said. Ink called Church, and we all headed off to the room.

"I also remember the guy in the photo underneath. He was our English teacher, Anthony Croitz. We heard he was killed in a weird car accident." "Yes, it was weird, but it wasn't an accident. Tony had just decoded a transmission and was on his way to headquarters to deliver it when T.H.R.U.S.H. hit his car with a heat sensor missile." "Wow. I'm stunned." Katie said. "And of course one of our first female agents back in the 80's, Gayle McGee. She was working at the radio station when she was killed by a T.H.R.U.S.H. agent who she found out was trafficking drugs for a record producer and laundering the money through the radio station's chief engineer."

Jake asked. "She just ran out of the clubhouse upset." KC retorted. "I can promise you it wasn't over anything we talked about." Jake replied. "Ok. Carry on." KC ordered. "Yes Sir." Jake agreed. That uneasy feeling got worse. Something wasn't right, and he knew just the man to see. He went back inside and to the tech office that Harley and Dalton shared. Harley was the only one there right now. "Harley, I need a favor." KC asked.

Wren let himself return the friendly touch. “If you change your mind, let me know. Jackson wouldn’t be upset about me telling you things about him,” Kia said. It didn’t matter if Jackson wouldn’t be upset about it, though. Wren wanted to learn things about Jackson from Jackson himself. “Here we are.” Kia knocked on the door and stepped aside. “I’m going to go wait for Jackson.”