Unmasked Spy Novels & Stories

As soon as I found a parking space, Iris and Cassidy didn't take long before they spotted the car and skipped towards us. After having dinner, I decided to retire to bed. I brushed my teeth and put on a loose grey shirt. While I was researching on knives a message came in and it was the remaining money I was meant to have been paid for the last job I completed. I kept on researching and then a call covered my screen but it was an unknown number. Who could this be? I answered but I didn't say a word because I wanted to be certain who it was first. "Is that Riona?" A masculine voice asked from the other end of the phone.

For the sake of my plan, I had to lay a low profile and hide from the enemy’s radar. I decided to use my car instead of hailing a taxi. It was a sports car that I won over Miguela because of a bet. Miguela is a real deal troublemaker and so am I. The two of us would make bets on every random and ridiculous thing. However, when it comes to getting missions done, both Miguela and I are equal. We’re known as the notorious pair of Exodus Agency; we are deadly and merciless. That is why the agency wouldn’t put us together on a mission. Trouble would always find ways to follow us, and next thing you’ll know, there’s bloodshed and endless chaos. Just like that mission in Brazil; it was a huge scene

The security guards weren't the usual guards who wore uniforms; they wore suits instead, with an ear piece attached to their ears. “Difficult, huh? We'll see about that,” she muttered, then headed for the receptionist. “Hello, welcome to R-Tech. How may I be of help to you?” a professionally dressed lady spoke. Her smile was as calm as her voice. “I'm here to see Rex Hale, is he available?” Emily said, placing an arm on the counter. “Do you have an appointment?” inquired the receptionist. Right, an appointment. Foolish of her to think she would be given access to him that easily.

Si leaned over and whispered, "She works out every day. She could probably take you in two out of three falls." Max raised an eyebrow. But Si had already turned away from him, facing everyone seated there. "I don't have to tell the rest of you why we're here or what's going on, but before we go any further, let me introduce you to Max DiSalvo, Commander, United States Navy SEALs, Retired. Max." He turned. "Meet the teamKevin Markham, George Lorenzan and, yes, your newly minted wife, Regan Shaw."

“And now, you’re leverage.” Silas tried to shift, to break the chains Too late. Noah tapped the comm at his hip. “Tell Crescent we’re ready.” Ethan pov The report landed on Ethan’s desk just before midnight. Noah’s clearance activity. The missing files. The untraceable comm pings routed through old Crescent tech. The truth was no longer speculation. It was written in blood. Ethan closed the file and whispered to himself “Two spies. Two wolves I trusted.” He stood.

For a long, tense minute, the vehicle sat idling, a dark monolith against the sand. When the rear door finally slid open, a man stepped out into the dirt. He didn't wear a designer suit or a tactical uniform. He wore a perfectly tailored, charcoal-wool overcoat that seemed completely immune to the desert wind. His face was sharp, asymmetrical, and entirely devoid of warmth. This was Malakai Vance—known in the deepest, most whispered corners of the dark web and corporate espionage circles simply as The Devil of the Wire. He was a man who didn't deal in money; he dealt in the absolute leverage of human ruin.

Matteo almost rolled his eyes, this kid was taking it too far, making a big deal out of this, it's not like he violated the guy's rights, okay maybe he did but it's all part of job. If the kid is this bothered about him spying on him, wait till he finds out Spade had cameras installed in every corner of his room. "Look, I was just following orders, it's not....." Nate scoffed and cut him off "Really smooth, you were just following orders" he muttered looking away from him for a second "do you even live here, or was it all just part of the plan, you showing up in the elevator randomly"? He asked and Matteo let out a deep breath before scratching the back his head.

It was all part of Tyler's and Madison's scheme to monopolize traditional pottery for financial gain. The succession of intangible cultural heritage didn't discriminate. Anyone could learn it. After that day, Tyler remained stuck in the police station, with no one to bail him out. I heard he asked to see me several times, but I always refused. Madison, who had spent so many years by his side, was no less guilty. Once, while I was back at the residence packing up, I happened to catch her sneaking in to destroy evidence. I caught her red-handed and handed her over to the police.

‘As I thought, those men are not ordinary men who will just visit or hitch a ride for the night. The man stepped closer to the woman. He had something in his hand. Scotch tape to smother this woman’s mouth. When he almost places the tape on the woman’s lips. Suddenly, the woman woke up. Her eyes bulged, and she reflexively screamed. “WAAAA...! HMMPH!!!” The spy didn’t let that happen. He covered the mouth with his palms. His eyes stared at the woman. “Shut up! Or I’ll kill you right now.” Even though the spy uses a mask to cover his face. Still, the woman knew who this man in front of her was. This man is one of her neighbors. She knew his eyes very well.

Orlando always had been a fan for expensive, posh, catchy luxuries but for the sake of his non-job ‘the spy job’ he couldn’t spend the privilege as he wanted, not that he hated being a spy but the odds that came with it could be very inconvenient. After properly wearing his disguise which consists of a fake nose, blonde wig glued temporarily to his head, blue contact lens, and a voice modulator beneath his throat that was concealed with the collar of his cream shirt. Orlando packed the previous clothes he wore arranging them inside the black bag and hiding it safely behind the wall of the rented room. He did a recheck in front of the portrait mirror to make sure his disguise was in place, he