Hitman: Dark Resurrection

by Mordekai92

A story set between the last two missions of Hitman: Absolution. After the death of Dexter, 47 has travelled to London in search of Benjamin Travis. Travis is desperately trying to find Victoria, which is why remains a threat. But Travis isn't the only thing to worry about. 47's greatest adversary has returned from the dead, and he is more dangerous than ever.

1. Chapter 1

Hitman: Dark Resurrection

Chapter 1

Berkeley Square, London

A rough wind blew in the streets of London. And the rain was pouring down from the heavens with such speed that it felt like somebody was taking bath and spilling water over the edges. "Typical English weather" ICA division chief Benjamin Travis thought as he smoked a cigarette under a canopy. He looked across the street. The park looked quite charming with its old trees and neat rows of benches. Travis' personal assistant Jade Nguyen approached him from behind. "Sir, are you absolutely sure that you want to do this? We can still back down before it's too late." She said. Travis took a long gasp and stared into distance. Finally he replied: "We can't. Not anymore. We're in deep shit and the only way to bounce back is to make a deal with our enemies. With their help we can locate Victoria." "But sir. 47 is still out there. How can we secure Victoria if-" "Enough!" Travis screamed. "47 will not be a problem. I'll put my best men to take care of him once we've completed this deal. Right now you'll just have to trust my judgement." Travis finished smoking and stepped inside to an old crumbling warehouse building. Jade followed him.

This old building in Berkeley square hadn't been used for years, making it a perfect location for a secret meeting like this. Eventually Travis and Jade arrived to a large open space inside the warehouse. Most of the windows in this place were partially broken, and there were several shelves with boxes on them. A thin man with eyeglasses, jeans and a worn out coat approached Travis. He was no doubt carrying a gun, and he had two armed bodyguards with him. A fourth person was also present, but Travis didn't recognize her. She was a beautiful young woman, around 25 years old. She had black hair, brown eyes, and she wore a leather jacket. "Mr. Travis. I expected you to be more…stylish. It seems I was wrong." The man with eyeglasses said. "Mr. Wyle. I expected you to be more prepared. It is surprising to see only two bodyguards. And an unarmed woman." Travis replied. "Oh don't worry, I have more guards placed around the back entrance of the warehouse. And I'm pretty sure that Isabella can handle herself." The black haired woman revealed two silenced pistols and a dagger hidden inside her jacket.

"Most impressive. This girl must be an useful asset to you." Travis said, with a surprised look on his face. "Yes. She has never failed a job. And she is ruthless towards her victims. That's why I like her." "Excellent. But on to business then. I'm here to ask for your help. You see, even though we don't normally work with criminals, I see an opportunity that benefits us both. And that opportunity is called Victoria." "Hmm the genetically manipulated wonder child you mentioned during our previous conversation. I might be interested. Do tell us more, Mr. Travis…"

The people in the warehouse had no idea that they were being watched. Agent 47 was spying their conversation from an air vent and he had heard everything. It was pretty easy for 47 to slip past the guards unnoticed and enter an air vent. 47 had come here after learning the location of Travis from an informant. "This can't be good. If Travis is negotiating with a criminal organization, Victoria might not be safe yet." 47 thought. "I appreciate the offer Mr. Travis. Unfortunately, I have no use for Victoria. We have a little science project going on already, and once it's finished, we're going to be rich." Mr. Wyle explained. "So we have no further use for you. I'm sorry it had to end like this Mr. Travis. Kill them" Two bodyguards moved towards Jade and Travis, aiming for their heads with submachine guns. Travis reacted quickly and pressed a small button in his wrist watch. It was a secret emergency signal. In the blink of an eye, heavily armored ICA elite soldiers crashed through the warehouse windows and opened fire. The soldiers secured Travis and Jade and escorted them outside. Mr. Wyle and Isabella escaped.

"Now it's my time to act and find out what these people are up to." 47 thought as he crawled backwards out of the air vent. He had read the warehouse blueprints with great care before entering and he knew that he still had a chance to intercept Mr. Wyle and Isabella if he circled around through another air vent. 47 sneaked out of the small room and walked along the narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor stood another small room with an air vent. 47 knew he didn't have much time. He dove into the vent and crawled through it as fast as he could. When he came out on the other side, he took his silverballer and waited. Then he heard somebody running towards him. Mr. Wyle rushed through the nearby doorway directly in front of 47. 47 didn't hesitate. He shot Mr. Wyle in the leg, stopping him effectively. "Aah Jesus! Who the fuck sent you?" He screamed. "Nobody. I work alone. Now tell me, what is that science project you were talking about. Don't look so surprised. I heard everything what you said to Travis." Mr. Wyle grinned to 47. "Only God can judge me now!". He pulled a gun from his pocket and pushed the barrel in his mouth. "No! Don't do it." But it was already too late. Mr. Wyle pulled the trigger and then he was gone.

47 looked at Mr. Wyle's lifeless corpse. 47 stood up and cleaned the blood stains on his face with a napkin. And then Isabella was standing there, in the doorway. "Ah the legendary Hitman. I've heard many things about you 47. And little of it good. But it doesn't matter. Soon The Agency is no more. And you'll die with it." "You're lost. I haven't been working for The Agency for a long time. Travis thinks I'm a traitor." "I don't care. You have killed a lot of people. People who didn't need to die. And because of that, You're going to pay for your deeds." "I don't understand what you're talking about." "And you don't need to. The point is that you cannot stop us." "Your move. I'll see no other way than this." Isabella was faster. She threw a dagger towards 47 accurately, nailing him against the wall from his sleeve. He dropped the gun. "Ooh nice throw. Just a few inches and it would have penetrated your arm. I missed on purpose. I just wanted you to see that fucking with me is a bad idea." Isabella came closer. She looked 47 directly in the eyes and said: "I could kill you now. Yes I would slowly cut your flesh with my blade and watch you bleed to death. It's an extremely painful and slow death. Hurting people gives me pleasure." "Only a person with mental issues would say something like that." "I'm not taking your life this time. Let this be a warning. If you'll ever fuck with me again, you're gonna get killed." Isabella smiled. "Good night baldy" she kicked 47 in the face. 47 closed his eyes and everything went dark.

Achilles Labs, London

Achilles Labs, a biotechnology firm specializing in gene manipulation. The location of the lab was unknown to most people, but Isabella knew exactly where it was located. She pressed her eye against the retinal scanner and entered the elevator leading to the lab. Several scientists had gathered around a huge tube made of glass. The tube was filled with water, and a man with an oxygen mask floated in the water inside the tube. "Miss Azarola. Is everything allright?" one scientist asked when he saw Isabella. "Yes. Let me see him." Isabella Azarola moved close to the glass tube and touched it gently with her hand. "Mark Parchezzi. You were taken from this world too soon. The time of your return has come. Rise and fulfill your destiny…"