#and then too many people smuggled themselves into the front pit which was supposed to only be like 400 people

[farawayfromthemoon]

my TIT ticket is here 🥰

[agentunwin]

Is there another teaser for assassin I just need a little something then I promise I’ll get better🤧

Oh fine, but only because you asked so nicely 🤧 After this, though, I’m done posting teasers so ya’ll are just gon have to wait!!!

This teaser is a continuation of THIS teaser.

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Shawn gulped and nodded reluctantly, turning off the light to his room and closing it behind himself. One man stood in front of Shawn and the other in back to ensure that he didn't run anywhere or try anything. But after seeing how cruel the people here could be and consistently hearing the echoed screams through the walls, he knew better than to try anything anyway.

The hallways were eerie at this time of night. It was far past curfew and the lights were so dim they may just as well be nonexistent. No sounds whatsoever could be heard throughout the entire base, save for a leaky pipe here and there, dripping a constant rhythm.

Shawn's eyebrows furrowed deeply when he was led to the familiar office of Mr.Kim, his recruiter, his boss, and his benefactor. The guards halted and positioned themselves on either side of the door, nodding for him to enter.

He cleared his throat before nervously turning the handle, entering his boss' domain.

Mr.Kim was sitting at his desk in the middle of the room, hands roaming over a large pile of files, folders, and other things. He waved Shawn over when he saw him still at the doorway, reluctant to go sit down.

"Yes, sir?" Shawn politely greeted, taking a seat in the uncomfortable metal chair on the other side of the desk.

"Mendes." He grins, clasping his hands together. "How was Ibiza?"

Shawn gulped, face contorting into one of confusion. "It was good. I didn't have much trouble locating the suspect."

"How are your wounds?"

"Healing, none fatal. I can move around easily. It's just a minor inconvenience."

Mr.Kim nods, placing a single manila folder in front of Shawn. "That's good to hear, because I have another mission for you."

Shawn's eyes nearly pop out of his skull and he begins to shake his head, "With all due respect, sir, I only got back from the last one 3 days ago-"

"Mendes, you're a smart man." Mr.Kim interrupts, now looking down at the folder. "You're quick, thorough, and swift. You're quickly becoming one of the best we have here, and this is the mission of a lifetime. I want you to do this for me. I don't trust anyone else."

Shawn doesn't seemed convinced, biting his cheek as the man's words replayed in his head.

"This will move you up to the top ranks, Mendes." Mr.Kim continues his appeal, "You'll get your own area of the base, sectioned off from everyone else with the other big names in here. You'll get your money too- your biggest check yet."

"How much are we talking?"

"3 billion."

Shawn chokes on air at the obscene number, not sure if he'd heard the man correctly. "Who the hell am I smuggling, the president?!"

"Close."

Mr.Kim opened the file and slid Shawn a picture of the person.

"The president's daughter."

Shawn's jaw is slack and he's sure he's gaping like a fish as he studies everything about the girl. His fingertips run over the picture and he shakes his head, "I don't know, Mr.Kim. This doesn't feel right. What has she got to do with anything?"

"Since when have you ever let morals get in the way of money?" Mr.Kim squinted at Shawn, slightly disappointed in his resilience. "She's got nothing to do with it directly. The other party wants to tear the president down so that he loses this upcoming election, and they figure the only way to do this is to attack what's closest to him. They're paying big money for this. She's a bargaining chip, that's all."

"And what are you gonna do with her when you have her?" Shawn questions. It's not that he cared, but still in the pit of his stomach, something felt off.

Mr.Kim evades the question, smirking gently. "Now, Shawn, you know I can't just tell you everything yet. Are you in, or are you out? And I encourage you to think rationally about this."

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek as Mr.Kim slid him the familiar mission contract paper, beckoning him to sign the dotted line.

Mr.Kim is right, Shawn thought to himself, I've never let my morals stop me, and today won't be the day that I do.

Shawn picks up the pen and signs the contract, tossing the guilt he felt for essentially throwing away this helpless girl's life.

It's only business.

He sat back in the chair and watched as Mr.Kim began to pull out more and more files, spreading them all across the desk.

He cleared his throat before speaking, pulling out a few pictures of the white house. "You're going to go undercover as [Y/N] [Y/L/N]'s bodyguard and stay in the white house. Bond with her, gain her trust, but make sure she doesn't suspect anything. When the signal is given, you take her and bring her to the drop off point. Simple as that."

"How am I going to become a bodyguard for the president's daughter?!" Shawn asks, still trying to grasp the whole situation.

"As far as they're concerned, you already are. They're expecting you in 2 days." Mr.Kim explained, next pulling out a bunch of fake IDs, driver's licenses, a birth certificate, army documents, and other scarily official-looking documents. Shawn's headshot was plastered all over the faked documents, and that's when he noticed the name on all of the fakes.

"Ian Gould.." He muttered under his breath, in awe of how intricate everything was made.

"Welcome to the world, Mr.Gould." Mr.Kim smirked menacingly.

-

That next morning at 5 a.m., Mr.Kim led him to one of the most private rooms in the whole base- Not even Shawn had ever stepped foot in it until today.

It was dim, just like every other area of the base, but the lights hanging from the ceiling served more as spotlights for the weapons and equipment hung up on the walls.

The guards shut the heavy door and left Shawn and Mr.Kim to talk in private.

"Listen closely, because I'm not going to repeat myself- No time for that." Mr.Kim reinforces, walking over to the first wall to the left. He points out the array of 5 suits that all looked the same- Solid black, elegant, and expensive. "These are your uniforms. You'll alternate between these every day and wash them as necessary. With them, you're protected with a thin bulletproof layer, and a microphone is embedded in the chest pocket. Through that, we'll be able to hear everything that goes on in the white house."

"How will you be able to receive the data all the way from Washington D.C.?" Shawn questions, glaring at the suits.

"You won't be the only one in the house." Mr.Kim continues with a nod, "We'll have one undercover chef, and they'll be the one to give you the signal and collect the data. We'll discuss that further in our later briefing."

The man continues to show him how to work the new equipment and then it's on to the briefing where many more people joined the two of them at a large conference table, files spread out everywhere.

It'd been 10 hours straight in the room going over procedures and drills- What Shawn was expected to do in certain situations, where he was supposed to bring the girl after the signal is given, what exactly the signals were, and much, much more.

Everything seemed relatively simple. Tomorrow, he'd be driven across the Canadian border and to Washington D.C. where he'll live under the alias Ian Gould until the mission is completed. He's to live in the White House and wait for the signal to initiate the plan, which could take days, weeks, months, or maybe even a year. However, Shawn had been trained to be diligent and patient, so his higher-ups put a good amount of faith in him.

"Before we leave, there's one last thing to discuss." One of the men, a boss in the facility, pipes up. He clears his throat and looks around at everyone at the table until he lands on Shawn with a hard glare. "Should things go wrong, you may need to initiate a Plan B."

"Which is?" Shawn asks, slightly nervous at the tone of the man's voice.

"Should things come to it, you may have to execute [Y/N] [Y/L/N]."