All Chapters of Agent 64: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nora P.O.V Pushing myself up from the cold, hard floor under their unrelenting gazes, I forced a casual shrug, dusting off my clothes as if I had simply tripped on my way in. My mind raced for an exit strategy, but I kept my expression neutral, my lips curving into an easy, nonchalant smile. “Ahh, I think I lost my way,” I said, tilting my head as if the situation wasn’t as dire as it clearly was. With an exaggerated motion, I pointed to the solid concrete wall behind me. “I was actually going that way.” I added a small, sheepish chuckle, hoping to sell the illusion. “I think I need to go. You must be busy dealing with some business.” Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel, aiming for the nearest exit only to be stopped in my tracks. A solid, immovable force slammed into me, knocking me back slightly. My hands instinctively came up to steady myself, but as I looked up, I realized that what I had hit wasn’t a wall. It was one of Robert’s men, a massive figure who loomed

Nora P.O.V The room was thick with tension as I approached the conference door, my badge in hand. I swiped it across the scanner, and the door clicked open. I stepped in, the usual hum of the fluorescent lights casting an unwelcoming glow over the sterile conference room. Inside, my seniors were already seated, their faces as cold and sharp as the steel chairs they occupied. Lee stood beside the glass table, his expression a strange blend of worry and frustration. No one greeted me; there was no need. This is going to be the same old story of hell. I slid into a chair near the end of the table, placing my bag beside me, my expression neutral. The silence stretched as I waited, steadying myself for the scolding that was inevitably coming my way. Agent Thompson, the oldest and most formidable of the group, finally broke the silence. “What were you thinking?” His voice was a low, harsh growl, cutting through the quiet with the precision of a blade. I knew better than to answer immediat

Lily P.O.V I stepped out of the college building, the weight of my backpack shifting slightly on my shoulder as I walked alongside Emily, my best friend. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden hues across the sprawling campus. A soft breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the distant laughter of students eager to start their weekend. The air was thick with excitement, groups of students eagerly discussing their plans for the Friday night party in the next town, their voices animated with anticipation. Unlike them, I had no such plans. My night was already set: a cozy date with my couch, a bowl of popcorn, and a lineup of crime documentaries. If my brothers even suspected that I was sneaking off to one of these wild college parties, they wouldn’t just lecture me ,they would probably lock me in a tower like some medieval princess. And the worst part? They would find a way to do it. Emily let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes as she nudged me playfully. “I still d

Nora P.O.V The midnight moon beat down relentlessly on the docks, casting sharp shadows across the rusting cargo containers and the cold, grey water of the harbor. The salty tang of the sea mixed with the faint, lingering scent of fish and diesel, creating an atmosphere that was both oppressive and charged with tension. I sat in the driver’s seat of the unmarked car, fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel as my eyes scanned the area, taking in every movement, every suspicious figure lingering near the shipping crates. The steady ticking of the clock on the dashboard only seemed to stretch out the uncertainty of what was about to unfold, each second a reminder that we were teetering on the edge of a long-awaited breakthrough or another failure. Beside me, Lee remained still, his gaze sharp behind the dark lenses of his aviator glasses. His posture was tense, his muscles coiled with restrained energy. In the backseat, two other members of our team silently checked th

Nora P.O.V We pulled up to a weathered apartment building on the bad side of town. The streets were cracked, littered with broken bottles and crumpled paper bags, and the walls of the nearby buildings were covered in fading graffiti. The people here looked rough, wearing old clothes and eyeing us with suspicion as we parked the car. A group of men huddled around a broken fire hydrant, speaking in hushed voices, watching us as we walked past. The stairs creaked beneath our feet as we ascended to the fourth floor. The walls were stained with grime and covered in old posters and faded gang tags. Paint was peeling off in large flakes, revealing the mould underneath. The air was thick with humidity and the smell of sweat, smoke, and something else I didn’t want to think about. “This place is a dump,” Lee muttered, glancing around at this shady area of the city. “Yeah,” I agreed, keeping my voice low. “Let’s just get this over with.” When we finally reached the fourth floor, we sto