Delta: A Spy Novel

Sixteen-year-old Astrid, an agent of the covert espionage agency Delta, has lived a life steeped in gunshots, martial arts, and a whirlwind of languages. But her world, defined by the grim realities of a teenage spy, is about to be irrevocably altered. A new assignment plunges her into the dangerous underworld of a drug dealer in France, unearthing figures from her past in the most unexpected ways. Amidst the chaos, a blue-eyed boy emerges, a perplexing enigma who could be her closest ally or deadliest foe. This mission promises to be unlike any other, dragging her into a spiraling descent towards pure hell. Welcome to Delta. Once you're in, there's no getting out.

Delta: A Spy Novel

Sixteen-year-old Astrid, an agent of the covert espionage agency Delta, has lived a life steeped in gunshots, martial arts, and a whirlwind of languages. But her world, defined by the grim realities of a teenage spy, is about to be irrevocably altered. A new assignment plunges her into the dangerous underworld of a drug dealer in France, unearthing figures from her past in the most unexpected ways. Amidst the chaos, a blue-eyed boy emerges, a perplexing enigma who could be her closest ally or deadliest foe. This mission promises to be unlike any other, dragging her into a spiraling descent towards pure hell. Welcome to Delta. Once you're in, there's no getting out.

The chill of the Parisian night bit through Astrid's sleek black suit as she scaled the ivy-covered wall of the dilapidated warehouse. Rain slicked the ancient stones, making each handhold a treacherous gamble. Below, the distant hum of city traffic was a stark contrast to the silent, calculated movements of a Delta agent on assignment. Her breath plumed in the cold, a fleeting ghost against the backdrop of flickering streetlights.

Her target, a notorious arms dealer, was inside, a pawn in a much larger, more intricate game. The briefing had been clear: infiltration, extraction of intel, exfiltration. Simple. But nothing in her world was ever truly simple.

She reached the roof, her heart a steady drum against her ribs. The faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something acrid – chemicals, perhaps – wafted from a partially open skylight. This wasn't just an arms deal. It felt… different. More dangerous. A shiver, unrelated to the cold, traced its way down her spine. This was the kind of 'different' that usually ended in blood and betrayal.