Undercover Secret Agent Novels & Stories

Elliot said incredulously. "Tyrone, Jackson, and some of their agents tried to kill you. They knew we were getting close to uncovering their entire operation. I've been undercover here for more than five years. Kim's first husband, Andrew, was only small potatoes in the drugs and arms empire that Frank Vauban was building." "Undercover?" Nate whispered, shaking his head. "Who do you work for?" "NSA." Freddy flipped a badge over the backseat without slowing down. "I don't know what to say," Nate replied, clearly out of words. "Where are Scott and Alyssa?"

she promised, placing her one hand on her chest and lifting the other one in the air. He sighed. "Clean up this mess then I shall escort you to the ground." Maria smiled and hurriedly started to clear the mess. ... Maria was happy to find out that the chief carrying the mission would be none other than General Allen. She gave all the information she had about their location and with the help of that information, the white hackers of the tech team were able to gather much evidence against them. It had been two weeks now and all of them were now just waiting for a brilliant moment to attack and that too without anyone else knowing. Only the troops included in the mission, General Walker, the T

"She was undercover investigating your criminal network. And now she has enough evidence to put you away for life." James stared at Anna in shock. "You are... you are really a federal agent? This whole time?" "This whole time," Anna confirmed. "Everything you thought you knew about me was a cover. Everything you thought you could use against me was part of my operation." "But... but you surrendered yourself. You came here alone. You risked everything for her." James looked at Bianca in confusion. "Why would a federal agent do that?"

Waiting for the doors to shut; he continues, “thanks to your mothers, I was able to follow their trail and I found out their information. Technology today, I was able to dig further.” “Is it Max Springfield?” Emmett asks as the elevator stops on the top floor. Stuart doesn’t answer him. He walks off the elevator and into the Emmett’s office with Simone and Emmett following him in. “It’s bigger than just one person. He plays the main role; but there are people out there in high positions he has under his control” Stuart says, pulling his laptop out of his bag with a remote internet USB modem. “The modem was purchased with cash and connected under the name Benjamin Franklin Peirce. I’ve nickna

In order to be on a safer side, they alerted the police and they secretly positioned themselves in strategic places though on mufti. As this intruder walked down the aisle, a pistol could be seen in his hand. It was difficult to decipher whether it was a man or a woman. Just then, a team of armed policemen in mufti overpowered him and removed his hood and sun-shade. The couples having their weddings were surprised because he was not the one expected. The wedding continued and order was maintained once again. The four became husbands and wives at the end of the day. A grand reception was held in a very luxurious and exquisite five star hotel.

A short synopsis for Secrets: Past Unveiled. After leaving behind her hometown in Ohio, Kahlan had hope for normalacy. New place. New friends. New life. She was wrong. Her murderous ex boyfriend, Ryan Wingo, was the one thing that she wanted to leave behind, but when he shows up unexpectedly, Kahlan is forced to face her past. Her life is forever altered, in more ways than one. Questions arise. Is she able to handle the truth or will the ghosts of the past bring her down once and for all?

The girl they failed to find. She told them to track her location using her phone number, and in 40 minutes, the girls were found. Amongst the police officers who rescued them was Sylvester, Calista’s coach. Then, he came clean and reintroduced himself as Agent Sylvester Peckham, bewildering Calista. Just before Sylvester Peckham became Chief Director of the CIA secret services, he was an undercover agent as Sylvester, a boxer and a fitness coach. He was trying to infiltrate and expose the same child trafficking ring Callie had exposed. And she did it so easily and flawlessly.

"Something like that. He has deals with governments, militias, companies that do not want their names on paper. He is important. He is dangerous. And right now, he is hiding something. I want to know what it is." I folded my arms and stared at the box. "And you think this will get you answers?" "I know it will." I looked out the window. The cityscape had changed again. Grand villas lined the hills. The road ahead curved uphill, where golden lights twinkled in the distance. "So, this gala," I asked quietly. "What is my cover? Am I just eye candy, or am I supposed to act like a seductress spy?" "You are whoever he wants you to be. Smile. Laugh. Act drunk if it helps. Just get inside that room.

"Oh my God." Nicholas laughed. Isabella’s natural reaction caught his attention. Irene was a serious and stiff person, very different from Isabella’s personality. Nicholas suppressed his laughter after clearing his throat. He adjusted his posture and looked at Isabella seriously this time. "I’m serious about this undercover mission," Nicholas whispered, glancing around as if he suspected everyone in the cafeteria. "Someone might notice. Irene doesn’t like coffee; you should stop drinking it. Just switch to orange soda." "It tastes terrible."

Linda Stern arrived at the library just after seven, dressed for the lead role in The Clichéd Spy. She wore tight black jeans, a shapeless hooded jacket that might’ve been trendy in 1997, a black acrylic scarf was wrapped around her blonde head like she was about to rob a petrol station. The sunglasses would be a nice touch, but Linda reckoned that would be too Men in Black. The library door had a handwritten sign taped to it: “Closed for Technical Reasons.” That might as well have said, “Suspicious activity happening here—please sniff around with care.”