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thevampsarecalling

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TARGET: Russell Wells - Head of an international uranium trafficking network
MISSION: Infiltrate Wells's entourage to uncover the identity of his suppliers and clients
LOCATION: Krasnoyarsk, Russia
TEAM: Olivia Miller (AA), Bradley Simpson (BA), James McVey (BA), Tristan Evans (BA), Connor Ball (BA).
DEPARTURE: April 15th. 05:00AM.

"Russia? With the British? Over my dead body." the brunette said, holding the mission briefing in her hands, knowing too well she didn't have a choice in the matter. The American Agency (the AA) needed their best element for a special mission in collaboration with the British Agency (the BA), and that was exactly what Olivia was. Recruited by the AA as a child, the girl had been training her entire life, quickly turning into a deadly weapon. Now at the top of her twenty-four years of age, her expertise in close combat, experience on the field and undeniable beauty made her the agent of choice for the mission.

"Why can't you send Madison? She aced her last mission. Plus, she's gorgeous and will have no problem seducing the guy." the girl pleaded, hoping the Agency would change their mind and send another one of their agents.

The British Agency was known to be difficult to work with, and the rivalry the two Agencies had been sharing for decades didn't help. The AA agents dreaded being assigned a mission with the BA, knowing they'd have to work with a bunch of despicable tea drinker/fried fish eaters/Queen suckers.

"Here's your new identity and a few gadgets you might find useful. Be ready at 5am sharp." Mr Cooke said handing Olivia a black leathered suitcase.

"Fuck me." the girl answered as she took hold of it, realizing she had no choice but work with the British for the mission.

It was going to be a long few months.All Rights Reserved

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Password Incorrect by Quidam13

I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." *** Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

Why? - Bradley Simpson by S_Simpson

We grew up together... Our parents grew up together... We did everything together... But then one day he left... Not telling me where he went... Or saying goodbye... He didn't answer any of my calls or texts... Not even his family told me... No one said anything... And all I want to know is 'Why'? (This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it)

Winning The War; BOS 4 by BlueHunter02

~"Guys." I yell and everyone comes racing into the lounge and gather around me. I type swiftly into my laptop and we have a live video. Antonio is flying a plane over an icy battlefield. "Oh thank god. He's still alive." I sigh in relief. "Wait. That's Russia." Ashley gasps. "How isn't he getting shot?" Ash asks. "He stole an enemy plane. Brilliant." Kyle laughs and I panic, my heart races too fast, hammering in my chest. "No. That plane could blow up any second." I screech and begin to type frantically again till we have sound. He puts the plane into autopilot and pulls a photo from his pocket. "Zoom in." Brett asks quickly. I do and I gasp sadly. It's a photo of me and him laughing together on the beach. "I'm sorry Maddison. I'm so sorry." He sighs, his voice crackly from the poor connection. He stands and moves his jacket. The plane interior flashes red and an alarm wails. "Self destruct in 3...2...1..." Then it all goes black. Antonio is gone. Three Days Later "Three days ago the war between America and Russia was ended when one of Russias planes exploded. The parts fell down, killing the enemy leaders. I have found out that the person flying that plane was Antonio Masters." The news guy says and I cry. "On behalf of America I would like to thank Antonio for his heroic death. Thank you for winning the war." He says and I smash the TV before running outside. Who cares if the war has been won. I lost the guy I love.~ Antonio Masters thinks the first time he properly met and talk to Maddison was when Crystal was in hospital after being poisoned. But no. Maddison knows yet never plans to tell. Slowly what happened in the past is catching up with her. Threatening her of breaking and falling over tipping point. When war breaks out and Antonio has been announced 'KIA' she breaks and regrets her secrets. Will her past grow closer and deadlier? What happens when Antonio can no longer help Maddison stay sane and alive? More importantly, how powerful is the power of love?

Now Whose Got The Gun by monemoor_

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Caged By Him by moonchild80

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

The Analyst's Nightmare (Mission Impossible 4) by FroggieShroom4

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