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 Zack navigated his way through the clusters of highly-esteemed aristocrats in the ballroom hall until he reached a corner of the room sparse of people. He nodded politely to the beefy security personnel and looked back at the majestic event. The annual gala had gathered presidents, powerful elites and scholars from many countries to discuss global strategies for a better future, and Zack was there to represent the Scott Foundation, his family’s legacy. As one of the primary pioneers and largest investors in espionage, Zack’s grandparents had passed on the family name as one of the most influential in global security - which provi

 “Mrs. Harris.” The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?” Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite. “Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly. “Who was it, dear?” “I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns

 Silence dawned on the wee hours of night. A thick December mist had lifted and fogged the glass panes of Zack’s apartment, but the owner hardly noticed. Enclosed behind the compact walls and a good heat centralizer, Zack felt a mix of idleness and effervescence. A few hours had passed since Ava appeared in his apartment, and the night had been intensely fulfilling. He gladly lied with his hands behind his head while watching Ava, who playfully donned his dress shirt and nothing else, before they shared a long kiss. He snaked his arms around her waist, but she stopped him. “Mm, not now. Restroom.” She rose from the bed and

 Zack placed his thumb on the scanner and waited for two seconds. The biometric device confirmed for an iris identification before it unlocked the door with a click. “Wow,” spoke the girl next to him. “Do you need that much security?” “For my apartment? Yeah.” Zack said honestly. He could see the awe in her face even in the shadows of the dim evening. Nicky had been right: dating someone who was not a spy was easier to please. Liz did worked for the HQ, but she was an accountant, so it didn’t count. “After you,” Zack opened the door, letting the brunette enter first. “Are you

Author's Note : Ryan and Rylie are just friends in this story. "Ryan, hey!" Rylie waved her left arm extensively until she caught the jogger's attention. The light drizzle made it difficult to see clearly, and Rylie watched as Ryan slowly made out who the blonde with an umbrella was. Casually, he paced himself towards her. "You're soaked," were Rylie's first words to him. She tilted her umbrella towards him, but their height difference proved difficult for her to balance it. After being knocked in the head a few times, Ryan took hold of the umbrella and shielded Rylie from the April shower. "I have two more laps to go." "You already k

 "Make your choice, Ryan." Ryan felt Rylie scrutinized his expression as he faced her, irritation simmered silently beneath her blue-grey irises. Her usually kind voice had wearied into exasperation, as she repeated her question. "Well, which is it?" "Right," he spoke thoughtlessly. "Your right or my right?" Rylie asked, irked. She lifted her arms and shook the shirts, one in each of her hand. "Mine." Ryan answered. There wasn't an erroneous reply to that question; it was made clear that he would return to their apartment that day with a few new clothes he hadn't asked for. Whether the buttons were made of clay or rubies, or if the sh

Author's note: Setting is Zack and Ava's first mission, way before the group even started. A midnight blue shade colored the sky, with stars shining far in between. The night grew quieter - too quiet for Zack's liking. He had been waiting in the alleyway between a few abandoned warehouses since dusk. He was tipped off earlier that the ominous dark trade had chosen that spot tonight. Much like a black market, the items offered for purchase were illegal and often times dangerous. The underground affair wasn't of Zack's interest though; instead, he was pursuing a possible suspect whom he believed would be there. Zack heard three loud plops,

 Dawn chucked the last video tape onto a messy pile of old-fashioned black tapes. She had spent the entire week analyzing four large boxes of the obscure surveillance videos, documenting information vital to the drug trafficking case the squad was working on. The suspect was highly-experienced; his methods were conscientious and faultless, rendering him near-to untraceable. Watching videos of his past workplaces, Dawn had marked each of his movements and contacts to find a pattern within his modus operandi. Only one more box full of black tapes was left, but that would take her at least another solid eighteen hours. 'Caffeine,' she thought

 It was a time to be joyous. The evening of Christmas Eve had begun with a magical entrance. Flakes of ashen snow trickled under the pale sky, decorated with streaks of pink and purple hues that reflected from a grand sunset. Cold breeze easily filled the lonely streets, as most people had opted for the snug and toasty warmth of a home occupied by their family members. Although this wasn't the case for Zack, he equally felt a great joy and relief. The strenuous mission had finally come to its end. Earlier, the squad spent a tiring five hours working to retrieve Marilyn Hutton's earrings, an impromptu mission thought in the nick of time. The

  Zack kept a detailed eye on the dozen set of surveillance videos that Ryan had rigged. Several of them showed the lounging areas, while a few focused on the entrance and hallways of the elite club. The Christmas function at the great hall was a good opportunity to find the criminals he had been tracking down. Zack's eyes observed the activities of the few suspects meticulously. With the help of Ryan's software program that highlighted each of the cons, Zack studied their behavior and their acquaintances. Having consumed himself in work, he heavily hesitated to reach for his phone when it rang. Until he saw the caller ID. "Ryan, can you

8 Tips for Describing a Story Setting Anybody Can Write a Novel   Chapter 3 “World Building” – Section 3“Describing Settings” With Links to Supplementary Material Another tricky skill to master in writing is setting description. Setting description is often the first thing that a reader encounters in a story, making it an essential skill to perfect if you want to hook your readers. To make matters more complicated, it is often difficult to calculate the right amount of description in settings—too much or too little can either leave the reader bored, overwhelmed, or confused. Today, I'm going to talk abo

OC Number Replacement Meme RULES:: --------------------------- 1) Pick 6 characters in any order 2) Don't change the questions 3) Please don't look at the questions while picking characters, it's more fun if you don't! 4) Tag 2-5 people to do the meme (if you want) 5) Have fun! --------------------------- PICK SIX CHARACTERS:: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. ----------------------------- 1. Okay so first, introduce each other! [1] introduce [6], [2] introduce [5], [3] introduce [4] and vice versa. 2. [4] What is [2]'s lover/crush and what do you think of him/her? If [2] doesn't have one, who do you think fits best with [2]? 3. [6]