THE DEADLY MISSION

EPISODE 2

"All right, let's go hunt for your apartment," she said, looking at the key holder in her palm to see what number was printed on it.

I smirked at her folly.

I recognized the number 20 inscribed on the key holder.

When Paul brought it into the office, I spotted it. I rarely miss anything like these.

The buildings were all assigned numbers in ascending order.

We came to a halt in front of building 20, and Jasmine stepped closer to the entrance, opening the door and holding it open for me until I entered.

"Do you need anything else?" she inquired as she stood at the apartment's entrance.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I politely said.

"OK, if you need anything, call me, and I'll give you my phone number," she continued, expecting me to get out my phone and pin her number.

"Thank you, there's no need for that," I murmured as I shut the door behind her.

I could tell she was taken aback by my behavior.

she reasoned I'll invite her in for a cup of coffee because she's been staring at me seductively, but little did she know that I'm a rock who never swells to small things like that.

As I looked around the room, I sighed.

I realized I needed to get to work right away.

In THE SNIPER timetable, there is no time to rest during a mission.

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Each of the two men that entered wore a black mask.

They appeared to be big and tall.

They were dressed in large black boots that resembled army boots.

As they gazed at us as though we were a major menace, we all shuddered with horror.

They shifted their gaze from side to side, peering at us.

One of them pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket, grabbed a cigarette from it, and placed it on his upper lip.

He locked his stare on me for a long time before pulling a lighter from his pocket, lighting it, placing it on the tip of the cigarette clamped between his lips, and strong flames began to emerge from the cigarette.

As he drew closer to me, the one with the cigarette exclaimed, "This boy is the most gorgeous guy among them," and I felt my small p***s release hot fluid.

"Oh boy, this guy has urinated on himself," the one with the cigarette exclaimed, his partner, who was still pacing around gazing at the remaining kids, joining in the laughs.

With a rich baritone, the second person remarked, "welcome to THE SNIPER, youngsters."

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I had a good look around the room, and the flavor didn't bother me.

It consisted of a well-furnished and well-designed sitting area.

There are two bedrooms, one for the lecturer who is currently in possession of the key and the other for visitors.

Each of the two bedrooms has its own toilet and bathroom.

They were both amused and well-dressed.

I went inside my room and double-checked all of the belongings that I had previously delivered to the institution.

It was neatly put by the bed.

Two suitcases, each with its own security panel. I entered my password and it was unlocked. My three toys were hidden beneath the garments. Actually, there are four of them, but I already have one on me.

I took out my Glock 17 pistol from my pants pocket, took out its cartridge, examined the ammunition, and jammed it back in while returning it to its original position.

I always have my Glock 17 handgun with me since I like the features and how tiny it is.

But I keep it with me at all times for self-defense in case I get stranded, even though I still have two knives hidden somewhere in my body.

When you're in THE SNIPER, you never know when danger will strike.

I shut my bag after seeing my belongings in place, but I couldn't open the second one since a phone in the house started ringing, which I knew wasn't mine.

The ringing tone led me back to the sitting room.

I was shocked to see a land phone there; I rarely overlook things like that.

When I answered the phone, a female voice said, "Hello Mr. Peter."

"Good morning," I said to the caller.

"You'll have your class in 10 minutes, use the map beside this phone as a reference to the language department, room 55 in block 90, that's where you'll have your class," the voice said fluently in British English.

"So quickly," I grumbled beneath my breath.

", you said. The voice inquired, assuming I was speaking to her.

"Thank you, I'll get my ass moving immediately," I responded quickly as I hung up the phone.

"Let's do it," I murmured to myself as I exhaled a sigh of relief and walked out of my room.

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HELEN’S POV:

Helen rushed into the house, startled Pauline, who was immersed in a TV show on the 32-inch flat-screen TV in the living room.

"Is Simon coming?" Pauline inquired, startled, as she hurriedly turned off the television and dashed out of the room.

Helen growled angrily as she sat on one of the nice sofas in the sitting room, "why are you still afraid of that goat, mtcheeew."

"Will he Simon be coming for the lecture or not?" Pauline declared that she would not be sitting down as she prepared to exit the sitting room.

"Do you think I'll be rushing over to see you this morning because of Simon?" she hissed angrily again.

"Sit down, I've got a gist for you," Helen said as she drew Pauline to sit near her. "What's the gist that almost gave you a heart attack?" she said, smiling as she turned on the TV with its remote but paused the program she was watching.

"But, sweetie, you have to confront Simon; you can't keep hiding for him forever," Helen stated solemnly.

"I'll do it later," Pauline responded, simulating a babyish wail. "Tell me the gist now, you know how much I love gist."

Helen yelled eagerly, "There's a new boy in school!"

"Is that it?" Pauline expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation.

Helen squeezing her cheek whispered, "baby, let me land now, you know I'm usually the one with the great news and gist."

"OK, I'm hearing Pauline combine her dialect with English," she added.

"He's the hottest guy I've ever seen, Simon is an A grade ugly dude in comparison to this guy," Helen smiled, clearly smitten by the new guy she'd just met.

" genuinely " Pauline exclaimed, shifting her stance in order to stare Helen in the eyes.

" Tell me, darling, which course is he taking and at what level is he enrolled"? With a flick of her hefty fixed eyelash, Pauline inquired.

" I don't know yet; I spotted him on my way back from Tony's room; you recall I told you I was going to spend the night there yesterday."

” Helen said, attempting to recall the previous day's chat with Pauline.

" I recalled, gist me, did he pass his customary two rounds this time?" Pauline said, her mouth covered, trying to hold back the flood of laughter that was about to burst forth from her mouth.

"You're not serious," Helen hissed loudly. "I believe your mother gave birth to you while she was chatting to your father, and I'm not even done with the one who brought me here."

"You know how much I adore Gist, but you need to find out about the new guy," Pauline said, her finger wrapped in her long fixed hair. "But he'll be a huge waste if he's below us, you know I don't date anyone in the junior level," Pauline said.

Helen exclaimed loudly, clapping her hands together in a joyful tone, "see you, who informed you that I'm advertising him to you so that you can date him."

"I'm the only single person here right now, or are you going to abandon your beloved Tony for him?" Pauline inquired, smiling.

"Babe, I can leave him, for this guy, I can, you should have been there, then you'd know he's worth leaving one two rounds guy," Helen stated, her tone indicating that she meant what she said.

"That reminds me, what about Linda, I haven't seen her since she returned from Portugal," Helen inquired.

Mr. Kelvin has placed her under house arrest because he is upset with her for leaving Portugal and wants her to reconsider staying in Stardom.

"I can only see her at home," Pauline replied, her face gloomy.

"But what's wrong with her now, isn't that the 13th country she'll be eloping from in the name of everything she doesn't like there?" Helen wondered, her face flushed.