Letter of Deployment

Name: Choi Seungcheol                                       Codename: Black Helianthus

Position: CIA Seoul / Hit Squad 17, Capt. (see attached for info)

Mission: Suspicious activity from Eagle in Washington DC, USA (see attached). Assistance required from DC Branch. Apprehend if possible. Kill at all cost.

Supervisor's Notes: Specialist in tracking and espionage. Knowledgeable of mark. Gadgets fitted. Alias formed. Deployment immediate. Report directly to Seoul.

TO BE SENT TO DC – SIGNED – HEAD OF SEOUL BRANCH – REF. NO. 1X750JA

RECEIVED & SIGNED – HEAD OF DC BRANCH

REF. NO. AZ1155DBO

This is CNN. It is now 8:00 PM Eastern Time, 1:00 AM London and and 3:00 AM Damascus. Hello, I'm Anderson Cooper, and welcome to AC360, where we break down the latest news around the world. First on the agenda is the White House Correspondents' Dinner tonight, where President Obama will be giving his final Dinner Speech. Our Chief White House Correspondent, Dana Bash, is reporting live....

He moves, slipping in the ballroom silently, unnoticed by the guest. The President is socializing near the podium with his wife. Next to him is Vice President Biden. Nothing out of place.

Good.

Alpha to Helianthus, what's the stat? Report. Over.

Helianthus to Alpha, all clear. Renegade and Renaissance all clear. Over.

Copy. Over.

Someone touches him. It's...a female.

"Hello, I haven't seen you around here before. You must be new, then. Which department are you in?" The young woman, stunning blond hair and black dress, inquires.

For a moment, he's perplexed. Then he remembers his cover. Intern of CNN Political Department. His undiscernible confusion never shows.

"Political. I just started" He replies.

"Oh! What a coincidence! We're colleagues. How has it been for you?" A hand on his arm. Ah. Making an advance.

It seems his "colleague" has other interests outside of politics. Namely, men.

And she has experience to boot.

A hand. Not too forward, but stating an interest.

Body leaning towards him. Showing the best features, but not in a loose manner.

Eyes looking at him, dilated. Expert make-up. A name tag, similar to his. Female reporter, then, beauty and poise. Very expressive. Knows how to communicate.

Eyeing his Armani suit and Vacheron Constantin watch. And his name tag. Obviously noting his wealth.

Approaching despite his intern status.

Veteran.

"I'm Kayleigh, by the way. But I'm sure you already knew from the name tag. Nice to meet you, Han"

"The pleasure is all mine, I assure you" He kisses her knuckles.

"So who are you interning under? I interned with Dana, when I first arrived. It was very fun..."

He tunes her out, murmuring replies when appropriate.

Bland. Bland. Bland. Does she have nothing else to say?

"...Han....Han?"

"Yes, Kayleigh?" Reluctantly, he replies.

"The band's about to play. Care to dance?"

GOD, no. I don't want to dance from your arms to your bed. Can't draw attention, though. I have a feeling she'll make a fuss if I say no.

Just as he's about to agree, a seductive voice speaks.

"I believe Mr. Lee's promised his first dance with me. Haven't you, Mr. Lee Han?"

Another woman. Her face's obscured by the head veil. Dark locks and wine red lips. Miles and miles of pale skin.

Another predator.

But this one, oh this one, looks infinitely more interesting than the last.

He smoothly extracts himself from the blonde's grip. "The lady's correct, Kayleigh. I'm so sorry we could not dance together"

A slight kiss upon the knuckles yet again "Excuse me"

They leave, the woman holding onto his arm.

"I did not promise you a dance"

"Really? Must have slipped my mind. I apologize"

"You jest. As stunning as you are? It must be my luck today"

"The honor's all mine"

"Let's slip away, shall we? Get some air?" He whispers.

"Certainly. Lead the way"

He raises 3 fingers behind his back. The others will catch on camera.

Target sighted.

There's a bar for socialization next to the ballroom. The bartender, epitome of professionalism, inquires.

"Good evening, sir and madam. How may I serve you?"

"A dirty martini for me, and a glass of Lafite '82 for the lady"

"Right away, sir"

Not long after, the bartender brings out their drinks.

He slips him a 50. "Thank you"

"Thank you, sir. Have a great evening"

They settle down in the most obscure corner of the bar, their drinks on a tall table.

"You know my favourite"

"How could I not? Lafite 1787, and if not, '82"

"Why, I'm flattered, Mr. Lee. Or shall I call you Black Helianthus?"

"Likewise, Eagle"

She pushes him against the wall, her red lips pouting in a seductive smile. Her gloved hand picks up the martini and raises it to her mouth. She takes a gulp, then dives in.

Warm, wet cavern, infused with the best martini. The taste of alcohol lingers. Heated by the exchange of heat from mouth to mouth. It leaves a trail of fire down his throat.

They separate, an erotic string of saliva stringing their mouth together.

A drop of alcohol lingers on his lips.

She smiles again, leans in, and licks it off.

He flips their position, and pushes her against the wall.

The veil is annoying. He rips it off her.

Rivers of dark hair tumbles down her back. Extensions.

She peers up at him, accentuated dark eyes amused.

They kiss again, his hands on her back, feeling the smooth flesh, bare for all to see with her backless dress.

Her white backless dress.

He feels strangely possessive.

No one should ever see her scantily clothed but him.

But she isn't really a she, is she?

One of his hands slides up the smooth column that is her throat.

The cleverly hidden Adam apple, concealed with a black, silky lace choker.

The pulse.

It's alive, pulsating underneath the lace.

The apple.

His thumb caresses skin, and he can feel the shivers. His body reciprocates.

Their mouth entwined, neither caring that they're in a bar, open for everyone to see.

They're locked together, his nether regions grinding against the other male's. His hand comes to rest on her thigh, pulling it to wound against him. He stops to caress the black lacy garter belt.

"You've gone all out, huh?"

"Only the best for you. Don't rip it. I need it for another mission later"

The thought of another man seeing Eagle like this infuriates him. This sight should only be for his eyes and his eyes alone.

"I won't. Don't worry" he mutters darkly. Not now.

His fingers dig in the smooth, milky flesh, pulling the thigh in tighter.

It trails upward.

Then, all of a sudden.

It stops.

He stops. Breathless.

"Fuck, you're not wearing underwear" He growls, so aroused it's impossible.

Eagle smiles, seduction at its best. "Oops...I must've forgotten"

He's so hard it's starting to be painful. The thought of bare flesh underneath the flimsy piece of cloth called a dress, naked before his eyes, a feast for him...

"Room. Now" He mutters, dragging Eagle along.

A laugh, red heels clicking on expensive tiles. A dash of white silk and black lace.

He wakes up alone.

Knew it.

How come I can never finish him off?

Throwing on his robe, he strides into the shower, only to stop at the vanity.

There, taped on the mirror, is a pair of black lace panties, with the same pattern as the garter belt.

Next to it, in red lipstick:

THX FOR LAST NIGHT

& FOR NOT TEARING MY GARTER BELT

THIS IS FOR YOU. ONLY.

XOXO

PS: EYE 4 EYE. TOOK YOURS.

He's aroused, again. And...

Fuck, I KNEW I forgot something. The fucking belt. Should've torn it when I had the chance. Minx.

Wanna see him in these panties.

Mission Portfolio

Target: Eagle                Purpose: Kill on site

Status as of date: Incomplete

Carried out by: Black Helianthus

Details:

- Ref. 2B289FE – Incomplete – Target escaped

- Ref. 1X750JA – Incomplete – Target escaped

- REQUEST FOR PURSUE GRANTED UNCONDITIONALLY (C OF SEOUL BR. – PROF. 555SKJOK)

- Ref. 5J1008KO – Target sighted in London. MI6 deployment and cooperation requested. (GRANTED – B. HELIANTHUS TO FLY TO LONDON ASAP – C OF SEOUL)

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