THE DEADLY MISSION

EPISODE 3

"It's not her fault; she just wants to be with her father; you know she can't live without him," Pauline replied, her tone tinged with sadness.

"Then Mr. Kelvin should let her go, there's no use in prolonging the problem," Helen said angrily.

"You know it isn't safe for her to be in Stardom, especially now that election season is approaching," Pauline stated to Helen, trying to persuade her.

"I realize it's not safe, but why isn't yours pressuring you to leave the country as well? He's a lion in this jungle, too," Helen frowned.

Mr. Kelvin is a dragon in the game, and not only the animals want his head, but humans do as well," Pauline explained, with Helen shaking her head in agreement.

"That's their problem; I simply feel for Linda." Helen sprang up and said, "Let me go dress up; the lecture would have started, and I want to see the new foreign language lecturer  the school hired after Mr. Christopher's death."

"Bye, I'm not coming," Pauline answered, her gaze fixed on the TV show she was watching before Helen entered. "Why are you not coming?" Helen asked, standing in front of her, blocking her view of the program she was viewing.

"You know Simon is coming, and I'm not ready to face him yet," Pauline stated as she paused the TV show.

Helen laughed mockingly as she exited Pauline's room, "OK, God will help you and your ex." 

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 PETER'S POV:

I was able to identify the lecture room with the help of the map I kept next to the land phone, despite the fact that I had been there before.

I know everything there is to know about the school like the back of my hand.

Every chamber, every secret room, every secret corridor, every undetected hideout, and many locations.

Before leaving on such a perilous mission, I completed my homework.

THE SNIPER believes I am the only person capable of carrying out this assignment.

A mission that was supposed to take a year to complete.

We rarely take on a mission for such a long period of time.

Outsiders couldn't see in because the lecture room's windows were tinted and locked. I let out a sigh as I curled my palm around the doorknob, and the door opened with a click.

I was shocked to see the lecture room vacant, despite the nicely organized chairs and immaculately clean desks. There was not a single human being within the lecture hall.

I grinned to myself as I remembered where I was: the home of the nation's spoilt brats.

I took a seat in one of the well-kept chairs and desks.

The room's air conditioning was fantastic. My thoughts turn to how the mission will be successful, particularly the initial phase, which I'll be commencing soon.

The starting point of any mission is extremely important in THE SNIPER concept.

I've never gone on a mission where I was supposed to play the role of a tutor.

Though we'd been well-prepared for any assignment, I had some reservations about myself, which is unusual for me. With a lot on my thoughts, I rested my head on the desk and lost track of time.

Even a year of training won't stop nature from working its magic.

For me, the last month has been exhausting. Even for someone with a 225 IQ score like me, learning two foreign languages in a month was a bit of a stretch.

In addition, I had to do several missions in between my study sessions.

Like assassinating Mr. Christopher, the school's previous foreign language instructor, assassinating the state's deputy governor, and executing a mission to force the wife of a famous Stardom footballer playing in Europe to divorce him without receiving a penny from his possessions. The operation took three months to complete.

The opening of the lecture room door jolted me awake.

We've all been taught to be light sleepers, therefore I'm one of them.

Even without biting, a mosquito perched on an agent in THE SNIPER's skin is capable of waking him or her up.

It was a young, chubby man who walked in. He was holding a large burger in his hand, which he was devouring with ferocity.

Before making his way to one of the room's chairs and desks, he glanced at me as if I were an alien.

Even though every chair was spotless, he wiped it down with his handkerchief before sitting down. He sat down after removing the bag pack off his back.

He took a soft drink in the form of a pet from his bag pack.

As he ate his burger and escorted it with the drink in his hand, he periodically snuck glances at me.

The door swung open again, and three young ladies with elegant handbags walked in.

They were dressed as if they were going to a party, with manicured nails, false eyelashes, high heels, and revealing dresses, among other things.

They smiled as they walked over to their seats.

As I raised my head to look at the Markerboard in front of the room, I feigned not to be interested in them.

I caught a glimpse of them chatting and laughing as they turned to look at me out of the corner of my eye.

According to my calculations, the class had just 24 seats, four of which were already occupied by students, leaving only 20 seats available.

When half of the class has arrived, I was planning on rising up and beginning to teach

They were already 11, and all I needed was one more before I could begin instructing.

All of the students who arrived treated me as if I were an alien.

I could only smile as they all stared at me.

Three men walked in after the door burst open with force. I knew I was going to have trouble with them in my school's course of teaching at the school just by looking at them.

They dressed up in designer clothes, but in a hooligan-like manner.

They were approaching me, and I knew trouble was on its way, so I quickly stood up and walked to the front of the class, where I could see the board.

Before he sat down from where I stood up, one of the guys gave me a lethal look, while the other two guys sat in other seats.

"Good morning, everyone," I said briefly, "my name is Wilson Peter, and I'm your new foreign language lecturer." The students erupted in laughter.

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"Wise up or stay down; kill or be killed; obey the rules and code and you'll have no trouble with anyone; expel fear from your heart and you'll ride to the top of the globe; and last, use your brain; you've got a lot of it up there." That's all for now, and welcome back to THE SNIPER." a lady dressed in a red tight leather dress, red glasses that matched her attire, and a red high heel, said to us in a little hall where we were all led by the two guys who initially appeared to us.

The lady talked to us in a voice filled with dread. She was elegant in her demeanor and stunning in her appearance.

Among the folks we'd seen in our brief arrival, she was the only one without a mask.

"My mummy, my mummy, I want to go to my mummy," a child sobbed in the midst of us.

We only heard a loud crash, and the child was on the floor with blood flowing from his head.

We all started shouting in unison, and the hot lady who talked to us pulled out a gun and fired three bullets into the air.

After the shooting, a pin drop silence broke among us, and that was enough to calm us all down.

"I told you to put aside all fear," she added, waving the gun in her palm, "and if anyone of you sheds a tear or cries about going home, I'm going to shoot you myself."

I thought I was the only one who felt additional hot liquid spraying down my shorts until I noticed the kid opposite me had his shorts wet as well.

"All of you get up now," one of the persons putting on masks said, as they began putting little black masks on our faces.

They then divided us into two groups.

Despite the fact that she was wearing a mask, I could tell she was a female since she was putting on her pinafore school uniform.

"You'll all be shown to your rooms with your companions, and the first rule is that you must never take off your mask no matter what," the one who forced us to stand up remarked, and we gazed at him blankly.

"Do you hear me?" he asks abruptly, surprising us.

"Yes, Sir," we murmured, terrified.

We're all escorted to our respective rooms.

With two beds, the room resembled a dorm.

After we were inside, the door was closed, and I could hear the latch clicking to indicate that it was locked.

I remained rooted to the point where I was staring at the child in front of me.

I meant the mask when I said she was black, but judging by her leg, she's light in the end.

"My name is Hannah," she murmured, shattering the silence between us.

"My name is Moses," I stutteringly said.

"I'm getting stuffy under this," she stated as she lifted her mask from her face but not from her head entirely.

" What?" I wondered aloud.

She was stunning, with a light complexion, a round face, and adorable hair.

"We've been ordered not to remove the mask," I said, my heart skipping a beat as I saw her transgress the rule after the prior warning.