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THE SHADOW AGENCY
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EPISODE 1: “Welcome, Wolf”
David "Wolf" Stone gazed at the sleek, black sedan with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. He had been in this game long enough to recognize the telltale signs of a covert op. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a suited man with a stern expression.
"Wolf, you're coming with us," he said, his voice firm but polite as he opened the door, slammed it shut and stood facing him.
I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. I'd laid low for so long, careful to keep my head down and skills sharp. In those seconds I did a quick study of the stern looking man before me for one, I knew a pistol was under that black coat, say a knife too, surely that pen in his breast pocket facing me had a recorder which can only mean, of course someone’s listening, someone at the top.
Someone must have certainly blown the whistle on me — that's one thing that can't be changed in this game, the dead cannot stay dead, there's always someone who wants something — and that someone needs my identity to be uncovered to get it. Now, Who?
I tried to walk away, but the man grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice. I could have easily broken free, but I chose to play along. At least for now.
"Let me go," I protested, feigning innocence.
A second man emerged from the shadows, his eyes scanning the street before focusing on Wolf. Wolf recognized the look - a seasoned operative, trained to assess threats and opportunities. Part of the elementary training, access the environment. Not bad.
"Easy, Rachel," the second man said, his voice low and smooth. "We're not here to hurt you, Wolf."
Wolf's gaze locked onto the man, his mind echoed that name. Rachel? That name meant something, but he couldn't quite place it.
The first man pulled me into the sedan, and they sped away into the night. My heart raced, not from fear but from anticipation. I had almost forgotten the thrill that comes with the action. Oh damn it's been long. I smiled. It seemed it's time for the wolf to hunt.
After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at a nondescript building on the outskirts of the city. The men dragged me inside, down a maze of corridors, and into a dimly lit room.
A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly hair. My instincts kicked in, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Welcome, Wolf," she said, her voice husky. "I'm Director Rachel Morse. You've been selected for a special opportunity."
Wolf's expression remained neutral, but his mind was already racing with strategies and contingency plans. He knew the drill - play along, gather intel, and wait for the perfect moment to strike.
"What kind of opportunity?" I asked, feigning curiosity.
Director Morse smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.
“The chance to join the Shadow Agency. We're a... specialized organization that handles situations the government is incapable of handling…you can say we protect the government”.
Wolf's eyes narrowed, his brain was already switching gears. The Shadow Agency? I've heard whispers, rumours of a secret organization that operated outside the law. And Rachel Morse… I remembered now. She was a legend in the espionage world, a master strategist and operative. The Devil's Vice herself or so I'd heard.
"I'm not interested," I lied, trying to sound convincing.
Director Morse chuckled.
"Oh, Wolf. You're already in this deep. You might as well see it through."
Wolf's gaze locked onto hers, a silent understanding passing between them. He knew the game, and he was ready to play. But only on his terms…….
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EPISODE 1: “Welcome, Wolf”
David "Wolf" Stone gazed at the sleek, black sedan with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. He had been in this game long enough to recognize the telltale signs of a covert op. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a suited man with a stern expression.
"Wolf, you're coming with us," he said, his voice firm but polite as he opened the door, slammed it shut and stood facing him.
I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. I'd laid low for so long, careful to keep my head down and skills sharp. In those seconds I did a quick study of the stern looking man before me for one, I knew a pistol was under that black coat, say a knife too, surely that pen in his breast pocket facing me had a recorder which can only mean, of course someone’s listening, someone at the top.
Someone must have certainly blown the whistle on me — that's one thing that can't be changed in this game, the dead cannot stay dead, there's always someone who wants something — and that someone needs my identity to be uncovered to get it. Now, Who?
I tried to walk away, but the man grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice. I could have easily broken free, but I chose to play along. At least for now.
"Let me go," I protested, feigning innocence.
A second man emerged from the shadows, his eyes scanning the street before focusing on Wolf. Wolf recognized the look - a seasoned operative, trained to assess threats and opportunities. Part of the elementary training, access the environment. Not bad.
"Easy, Rachel," the second man said, his voice low and smooth. "We're not here to hurt you, Wolf."
Wolf's gaze locked onto the man, his mind echoed that name. Rachel? That name meant something, but he couldn't quite place it.
The first man pulled me into the sedan, and they sped away into the night. My heart raced, not from fear but from anticipation. I had almost forgotten the thrill that comes with the action. Oh damn it's been long. I smiled. It seemed it's time for the wolf to hunt.
After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at a nondescript building on the outskirts of the city. The men dragged me inside, down a maze of corridors, and into a dimly lit room.
A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly hair. My instincts kicked in, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Welcome, Wolf," she said, her voice husky. "I'm Director Rachel Morse. You've been selected for a special opportunity."
Wolf's expression remained neutral, but his mind was already racing with strategies and contingency plans. He knew the drill - play along, gather intel, and wait for the perfect moment to strike.
"What kind of opportunity?" I asked, feigning curiosity.
Director Morse smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.
“The chance to join the Shadow Agency. We're a... specialized organization that handles situations the government is incapable of handling…you can say we protect the government”.
Wolf's eyes narrowed, his brain was already switching gears. The Shadow Agency? I've heard whispers, rumours of a secret organization that operated outside the law. And Rachel Morse… I remembered now. She was a legend in the espionage world, a master strategist and operative. The Devil's Vice herself or so I'd heard.
"I'm not interested," I lied, trying to sound convincing.
Director Morse chuckled.
"Oh, Wolf. You're already in this deep. You might as well see it through."
Wolf's gaze locked onto hers, a silent understanding passing between them. He knew the game, and he was ready to play. But only on his terms…….
THE SHADOW AGENCY
***
EPISODE 1: “Welcome, Wolf”
David "Wolf" Stone gazed at the sleek, black sedan with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. He had been in this game long enough to recognize the telltale signs of a covert op. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a suited man with a stern expression.
"Wolf, you're coming with us," he said, his voice firm but polite as he opened the door, slammed it shut and stood facing him.
I raised an eyebrow, my mind racing with possibilities. I'd laid low for so long, careful to keep my head down and skills sharp. In those seconds I did a quick study of the stern looking man before me for one, I knew a pistol was under that black coat, say a knife too, surely that pen in his breast pocket facing me had a recorder which can only mean, of course someone’s listening, someone at the top.
Someone must have certainly blown the whistle on me — that's one thing that can't be changed in this game, the dead cannot stay dead, there's always someone who wants something — and that someone needs my identity to be uncovered to get it. Now, Who?
I tried to walk away, but the man grabbed my arm, his grip like a vice. I could have easily broken free, but I chose to play along. At least for now.
"Let me go," I protested, feigning innocence.
A second man emerged from the shadows, his eyes scanning the street before focusing on Wolf. Wolf recognized the look - a seasoned operative, trained to assess threats and opportunities. Part of the elementary training, access the environment. Not bad.
"Easy, Rachel," the second man said, his voice low and smooth. "We're not here to hurt you, Wolf."
Wolf's gaze locked onto the man, his mind echoed that name. Rachel? That name meant something, but he couldn't quite place it.
The first man pulled me into the sedan, and they sped away into the night. My heart raced, not from fear but from anticipation. I had almost forgotten the thrill that comes with the action. Oh damn it's been long. I smiled. It seemed it's time for the wolf to hunt.
After what felt like an eternity, we arrived at a nondescript building on the outskirts of the city. The men dragged me inside, down a maze of corridors, and into a dimly lit room.
A figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly hair. My instincts kicked in, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Welcome, Wolf," she said, her voice husky. "I'm Director Rachel Morse. You've been selected for a special opportunity."
Wolf's expression remained neutral, but his mind was already racing with strategies and contingency plans. He knew the drill - play along, gather intel, and wait for the perfect moment to strike.
"What kind of opportunity?" I asked, feigning curiosity.
Director Morse smiled, revealing perfect white teeth.
“The chance to join the Shadow Agency. We're a... specialized organization that handles situations the government is incapable of handling…you can say we protect the government”.
Wolf's eyes narrowed, his brain was already switching gears. The Shadow Agency? I've heard whispers, rumours of a secret organization that operated outside the law. And Rachel Morse… I remembered now. She was a legend in the espionage world, a master strategist and operative. The Devil's Vice herself or so I'd heard.
"I'm not interested," I lied, trying to sound convincing.
Director Morse chuckled.
"Oh, Wolf. You're already in this deep. You might as well see it through."
Wolf's gaze locked onto hers, a silent understanding passing between them. He knew the game, and he was ready to play. But only on his terms…….
