All Chapters of Agent 64: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nora P.O.VPushing myself up from the floor under their watchful gaze, I tried to play it cool.“Ahh, I think I lost my way. I was going that way.” I pointed at the wall, feigning confusion. “I think I need to go. You must be busy dealing with some business.”I turned and was slammed into the wall—not a wall, I balanced myself and looked up , his goons were standing with their arms crossed on their chest . Like a dork, I patted one of their chests and said with a thumbs up, “Nice body, umm.” I tried to sidestep him. “Now if you excuse me…” The man shifted and stood before me like a mountain.What did their mother feed them in their childhood? Rocks!!I weighed my options. I have two ways : one, I can play dumb, and two, risk disclosing my identity.I am going with number one.I turned back to Robert with a wide, tight-lipped smile, hands fisted at my sides. His razor-sharp, stone-cold eyes were intensely focused on me while a small, evil smirk played on his lips. His dealer was lookin

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.VI walked out of the college, chatting animatedly with my friend, Emily . The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the campus. We laughed about something silly from class. Students were heading out to the next town for the Friday night party while I had a date night with my couch and television. If my brothers found out I was getting wasted in the parties ,they would lock me in a fort and I am not joking."Alright, I will see you tomorrow," Emily said, waving as she turned to head toward her dorm."See you," I replied, smiling as I watched her walk away.Just as I turned to leave, a black sedan pulled up to the curb right in front of me. The car screeched to a halt. I stepped back,my instincts were screaming at me to run. Before I could make a move, the doors burst open, and several men climbed out wearing black suits and avatar shades.Panic surged through me. I tried to dart away, but one of them grabbed my arm in a vice-like grip. "Let me go!" I screamed,

Nora P.O.VThe midday sun beat down on the docks, casting sharp shadows across the rusting cargo containers and the cold, grey water of the harbour. I sat in the driver's seat of the unmarked car, my fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel as I scanned the area. My partner, Lee, sat beside me, focused, his eyes narrowed behind the dark lenses of his aviator glasses.The clock on the dashboard ticked slowly, every second dragging out the uncertainty of what was about to unfold. In the backseat, two other members of our team quietly checked their weapons. Our other team members were in the other cars.We had been staking out this location for days, ever since our intels had confirmed that this was where DiFronzo’s latest shipment was supposed to be arriving.We had been sitting here for hours, waiting, watching.No one will suspect what the are doing if they were using water ways ,so, they are using the boats and ships that were used to import fishes . It was a clever move I hav

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