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Hitman: The Perfect Hit
The Sequel to Hitman: Blood Money
Somewhere in Copenhagen, Denmark
Diana closed her cell phone and threw it onto the desk. She sat down in her leather chair and with eyes closed, mentally reviewed her conversation with the Queen. "Yes," Diana thought, she had lied perfectly. As one of the highest officials in the ICA, she had to keep Agent 47's whereabouts confidential. After all, she had no doubt that he would survive the firefight at the chapel, but it was better to keep her top agent "dead" to avoid suspicion. In fact, no one would expect for the ICA to be up and running after it was supposedly destroyed by the Franchise, but not without Diana having her hand in it. The contractor had indeed prevented the ICA's demise and systematically shut down the Franchise. But her greatest goal was to keep the agency's prized assassin alive, but it was mostly out of her own needs to keep 47 alive. Not just because he could kill people with machine efficiency, but maybe because deep inside, Diana had something for the cold-blooded assassin.
Shanghai, China
Agent 47 walked out of the dimly lit opium den into the bustling streets of Bangkok, where peasants and merchants ran freely about minding their own business. Knowing that his contract was only half complete, he set off to find a good vantage point to use his W2000 sniper. The nimble assassin ran to a back alley where he climbed up a drainpipe and pulled himself up to a roof. He then opened his briefcase and began assembling his prized sniper rifle. In fact, he only got it back two days before.
Location Unknown
The bald-headed assassin slowly opened the door to his hideout. As 47 pulled out his twin trademark Silverballer pistols, he descended into the dark den below. The last step squeaked and 47 saw movement in the corner of his eye. With perfect accuracy, the marksman shot and hit his target and proceeded to turn on the lights. After three flashes, the fluorescent lighting came on and the assassin saw his victim, a harmless mouse. He checked his ammo once more. He had 17 in both his Silverballers total and two full magazines in his pockets, only enough for one reload. Cautiously, he walked down into what was his shooting range. Disappointed, 47 saw his ammo stores, targets, and all of his collected weapons gone; including his custom weapons. Sure that the area was clear; he holstered his dual pistols and saw his dead canary, still in its cage. Tears almost came back in his eyes when he remembered he had to kill his dear pet, one of the only friends he had in the unforgiving world that he lives in.
After giving the bird a proper burial, 47 walked to his desk and sat down. Face in his palms, the assassin used a relaxation technique that he had learned from one of his martial arts sensei. It uses deep breathing to relax the mind and provoke calmness in the body. It didn't work. The strong assassin flipped over his desk in frustration, which was only the second time in his life that he gave in to anger. He had almost no weapons, his money would almost certainly be gone, he was assumed dead, and no way to contact the ICA. He looked up and saw a package taped to the bottom of the desk.
He immediately ripped it open, flipped the desk back over and found a data disk which he regularly received for a contract, and a note. It cryptically stated, "Third floorboard, under stairs." He looked at the entrance stairs to his hideout, and noticed that the last three steps were hastily nailed back on. He ripped them off and pried open the floorboard. Underneath was his laptop, cell phone, extra Silverballer ammo, and in a box were his trusted fiber wire, sedative syringe, poison syringe, two RU-AP mines, his detonator, and a note that said, "You're welcome." Signed Diana. 47 quickly put the data disk into his laptop and received his briefing for the contract in China, and where to find his weapons.
After digging for an hour outside about a mile away from his hideout, 47 found 8 heavy crates containing his missing weapons, briefcases for the sniper rifles, and his ammo stores. Back inside, the hitman checked all of his weapons to see if they were operational, and reassembled his W2000 sniper rifle and packed it into his signature briefcase. He was ready.
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