Undercover Secret Agent Novels & Stories

ETHAN COLE My body sunk into the soft sheets as I stared at the desk where the document sat. After I took the document from the secret room, I hadn't opened it. The Duval stamp lay on the front cover together with the word, confidential. This was going to tell me all about VAR — maybe not all, but some part of it. Either way it would help me to understand things I didn't know. Like how easily the organization covered up its crimes, and how no one knew how deep the business ran.

I scoffed, of course it wasn’t going to be that simple. My name is Deane Maeve, an FBI agent and I am here on an undercover mission, to infiltrate the mafia. Zachary Stallion is the running head. On the outside he is known as a billionaire, founder of the Stallion company dealing in oil, metals and so on but that was just a cover up for the illegal business he is involved in while Mason Prince is his second in command and best friend. I have been working on this for a year now, with no lead and no way inside till I heard about the rumors that Zachary was gay and a frequent member of SLEKKYYS. !! A vip bar for strippers both male and female .

“Cleo, tell her what you found out.” Cleo adjusted her coat and took a casual poise of someone about to deliver bad news in the prettiest way possible. “Your brother,” she began, “wasn’t just missing. He was working as a secret agent for the government.” I lifted a brow. “I already knew that,” I said flatly. “So unless you’re planning to tell me he also starred in Mission Impossible, this isn’t news.” Cleo rolled her eyes. “You’re welcome for confirming it anyway, Doctor Sarcasm.”

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

Given Sean's skills and how he deliberately kept his identity a secret, this seemed like the most plausible explanation in her mind. "Secret agent?" Sean raised his eyebrows. "Isn't it obvious?" Lindsay furrowed her brows, giving Sean a wary look. "Don't tell me you really smuggled in from abroad?" "Smuggled in from abroad?" Sean was momentarily puzzled. Then, he burst into laughter. "Okay, fine. I'm actually a secret agent. I'm Agent 003, and I work for the National Security Agency." Since Lindsay wouldn't believe anything he said, Sean decided to make up some random story.

Sage’s POV The location of Nick and Audrey was finally confirmed. I was already wearing the full gear I used for rescue operations, one of the few jobs where I never fail. Just like my father, I’m one of the trusted international agents under a massive private organization that works closely with the government. Our mission is to hunt, cripple, and capture the biggest names in the syndicate world. Yes, I’m a secret agent. Most of the time, I handle intelligence work. But sometimes, like now, I go undercover. I get my hands dirty.

I can’t afford to lose another person. Mom’s trembling hand fumbled for something beneath her jacket, pulling out a small flash drive. She pressed it into my palm, her fingers weak, but her gaze sharp with urgency. “Everything... I did was… for a reason,” she whispered, pausing as another violent cough shook her frail body. “I was… I was an undercover agent... sent to uncover the mafia’s operations. I was sent to Axel… first. I... I gathered all the information we needed on him, but then they sent me to Aidan’s group... and they weren’t... they weren’t the monsters we thought. They were... good, Caelia... I fell in love with Aidan.”

The question managed to leave my lips, as I avoided his intimidating eyes. "Oh please, Drop the act! I know you are an undercover secret agent for a press association and you are set out to reveal dirt on celebrities and find the skeletons in their cupboard and dig out their secrets to submit to your boss Megan, but sorry to burst your bubble, I have no skeletons in my cupboard. That box is just a box that I paid a hefty sum for to hold my pictures with my mom!" He half yelled, with his voice full of sarcasm. He picked up the box from the floor, picking some picture cards scattered on the floor and threw the pictures across my face.

" He passed a file to Alex. Alex took it and opened it. "And sir, here's the bullet of the gun aimed at you.." He gave Alex a plastic bag with a bullet in it. Alex collected it and smirked. "Fine, but I want the secret spy in the institute in no time.." He ordered and they will bowed gently. "You can leave now.." He dispersed them. He stood up and looked at the plastic bag of bullet and then smirked again. "This bullet is connected to my past. Who's the secret spy and what does he/she know about my past.." He mumbled and took a sip from the glasscup. Suddenly he remembered her. JEANNE! A smile escaped his lips unconsciously.

And in all these cases, you also take on a whole new personality, you dress differently, speak differently and act differently, and it is imperative that you never slip up even once or else you are done. And then there are the undercover double agents. An undercover’s undercover. Now these are the real heroes. And these are usually taken on by unsuspecting people. Simple, unsuspecting people like Greg. Greg, the kind, sweet orphan, the youngest man in their unit, friendly and eager to please his superiors. Of course, Myra never would have suspected he was actually trying to get evidence on her like she had been sent to get on the Professor. As she looked at him now, his hands and legs bound