[ WP ] You 've been mistaken as a highly trained assassin but you 're actually just an average person . The only reason you 're still alive is because your targets die on their own by accident .

Jacob had witnessed the death of a stranger less than 24 hours ago, and his decidedly dull life had taken a surprising turn. 
 Yesterday afternoon Jacob had been walking apathetically through the local mall. He had intended to buy a new button down, but ended up purchasing a bag of candy and a dog toy for his pup, Rufus. He tossed another gummy bear into his mouth, and chewed it slowly, trying to decide if he wanted to bother with the shirt or just go home and take a nap. 
 
 A woman bustled past him, clearly in a rush, she was laden with shopping bags and when she passed Jacob one of her bags slammed into his candy-carrying arm. Gummies, M & Ms and gumballs flew all over the place. The woman did n't even stop. Jacob threw her a nasty look, and bend to recover his now ruined candies, debating weather the 5 second rule applied to floors with such heavy traffic. As he knelt, he was afforded an excellent vantage point of the lower floor of the mall, he watched the people pass and absentmindedly picked up the sugary mess. Then it happened, a man in a red tee shirt stumbled when he was near the bottom of the escalator, his pant leg was being pulled into the mechanism and it dragged him down. His head hit the edge of the escalator stairs, again and again, until someone yanked him away- by now Jacob was staring, mouth agape. The man was covered in blood, were people running around with their phones - recording the incident, calling 911, snapping pictures. 
 
 Jacob decided he had seen more than enough, abandoned the candy, and made his way quickly to the exit. That night he dreamed of being eaten by an evil staircase, everything was red, and candy littered the floor. At 3am, his phone dragged him out of his nightmare 
 `` H-hello?'' Jacob asked, clearing his throat 
 `` Excellent work, Agent T, your target has been neutralized. Call at 0600 for your next mission.'' a woman's voice told him, then the call ended abruptly. 
 Jacob lay in bed dumbfounded, his sleepy brain was trying to process what had just happened. `` Must have been a prank call..'' he thought, turning his phone on silent and settling back down to sleep. 
 
 Jacob rolled out of bed at 10am, he had to be at work in an hour. Grabbing his phone he saw he had twelve missed calls- all from an unknown number, starting at 6am, three calls every hour until- 
 Jacob's phone buzzed in his hand, it was an unknown number. 
 `` Hello?'' 
 `` Agent T, where have you been? This behavior is unacceptable, but unprecedented, so it will be our secret. Your next target has been assigned, information regarding their whereabouts, schedule and other pertinent information will be sent to you after this call.'' 
 `` Who is Agent T? Is this some kind of prank?'' Jacob asked, growing more concerned by the moment. But it was too late, the mystery woman had already hung up. His phone buzzed again, Jacob stared down at it, and saw a notification from an app he has never installed `` Secure Send..'' he read the name aloud, he tapped `` read'' and waited for the screen to load. Moment later, a mugshot of a woman appeared on his screen, she looked oddly familiar but Jacob was too anxious to figure out how he knew her. Beneath the picture was the woman's information: 
 > name: Brenda Marie Jones 
 
 > codename: `` Sandy'' 
 
 > sex: F 
 
 > age: 27 
 
 > height: 5'4'' 
 
 > weight: 115lbs. 
 
 > hair color: blonde 
 
 > eye color: brown 
 
 > race: Caucasian 
 
 He kept scrolling, skimming the woman's usual daily schedule, which seemed innocuous enough, a thorough list of all her relatives full names and addresses, then he saw it: 
 > current location: Bean Culture, 45 Sandlake St. 
 
 Jacob gasped, that was less than three blocks away from his home. 
 
 > Mission: detain and await further instruction 
 
 Jacob stared at his phone, hoping the mystery woman would call him back, explain to him this was one big misunderstanding. Something told him that the woman, and whomever she worked for, would n't give him a chance to explain their error and the depth of information they had on this Brenda woman was frightening enough to spur him on to Bean Culture. 
 
 Jacob pushed the door open and the little bell chimed merrily, Jacob resented it's cheerfulness. Having no better ideas, he ordered a black coffee and sat down. His phone buzzed in his pocked, and he snatched it out praying that it was the mystery woman. No such luck, it was work. 
 `` Jake! where are you? your shift started 10 min ago!'' his manager's voice yelled 
 `` I'm uh.. I'm not feeling good.'' he said, lamely 
 `` Call ahead next time, jeez.'' with that his manager hung up. Jacob was too distracted to care- he was scanning the coffee shop for Brenda. 
 His eyes landed on a blond woman who was facing a wall, she was near the back typing furiously on a laptop. Jacob abandoned his coffee and approached quietly, taking the empty seat beside her. 
 `` Hey'Sandy''' he said quietly, not knowing what had come over him `` I'm going to need you to come with me.'' he mimicked all the cop shows he'd ever seen 
 Brenda's fingers stopped moving, her body went ridged 
 `` And why is that?'' her voice betrayed a hint of fear, and Jacob was encouraged 
 `` I think we both know why, Brenda.'' Jacob said, smoothly 
 She had n't looked away from her screen during their entire exchange, and Jacob whispered `` Your parents, Rob and Linda Jones, live at 657 north Parr street. Your sister, Ashley Jones, lives at 87 French Boulevard, unit 6. Your aunt-'' 
 `` Okay, okay.'' Brenda cut him off, and Jacob was filled with relief, he could n't remember her aunt's name or address. 
 `` Quickly pack up your things, give them to me, and we will walk out of here slowly and calmly.'' Jacob instructed her, in a voice that he did n't recognize as his own. 
 Brenda did as she was told, and when they were out on the street Jacob realized he had no idea where to take her. Luckily his phone buzzed in his pocket, he extracted it and tried to appear calm. 
 `` Another job well done, Agent T! A car should be arriving..now.'' 
 A black town car with heavily tinted windows pulled up, the left side door opened and Brenda got in and the car pulled away. Jacob stood there dumbly, still holding Brenda's things, the woman on the phone broke his reverie. 
 `` Are you still there Agent T?'' 
 `` Um, yeah..'' Jacob said slowly, wondering if he had just lead a woman to her death 
 `` On to your next-'' 
 `` Wait! I'm not Agent T. I never was, I do n't know who you are or how you got my numb-'' 
 The woman cut him off with a bark of laughter 
 `` You are Agent T. Check your phone after this call. I'll give you the rest of the day off.. and check your bank account.'' 
 She hung up, and Jacob's phone buzzed- it was Secure Send again he tapped read and was met with this message: 
 > Jacob Wethers, 
 Welcome to the Industry. You have been selected based on your observed characteristics. The Industry has been watching you for a number of years and we are delighted to finally welcome you to the team. We set up the death of the man in the red shirt, and deployed `` Sandy'', your reactions and behaviors have shown us that our choice was correct. Your code name is Agent T, we encourage you to not worry about what the'T' stands for. You will be given missions via your phone each day. More information on the Industry can not be found online, and it will be a number of years before you are cleared to enter headquarters. 
 All the best, 
 Agent X 
 
 Jacob reread the message twice, his head spinning: they had been watching him? for years? He was an agent for some company called The Industry? `` Sandy'' was n't real? 
 Then he remembered what else the woman on the phone had said, and quickly pulled up his banking app. 
 > Checking.. $ 500,000 
 
 > Savings... $ 500,000 
 
 He stared down at the numbers, his head was spinning. Maybe being Agent T was n't going to be so bad after all. 
 
 EDIT: formatting, and to say I know this does n't quite fit the prompt, hopefully that's okay. 

