A/N: Hi! It's been a while since I made a story and I've had this idea for a little while. I love both the Mafia 2 game and the Hitman series so I figured I might as well make a fic combining them both! Yeah, so basically, Vito is pretty much forced to work for the International Contract Agency, (ICA/the Agency) to pay back his debts to Bruno. He's stuck with more than he ever bargained for when he becomes Agent 47's partner in arms. First few chapters are a steady T despite Joe's and Vito's potty mouths :P but the fanfic might become M later on for graphic violence and possible sexual content/drug abuse. I have a pretty good idea where this is going, but not quite. Read and enjoy.
Ch.1: Phantom Bullet
That single mission was how it all started for him. That damn shootout in the Chinatown restaurant shortly following the death of a dear friend. Vito vowed vengeance on his fallen comrade, Henry, and he decided that the quickest way to gain it was to wrench some information out of the Boss of the Chinese drug dealers - the drug dealers who killed Henry in cold blood and out in broad daylight, almost as if they considered Henry a nuisance that didn't even deserve a more humane way to go; this thought infuriated Vito to no end.
As he and Joe hid behind a riddled counter surrounded by woodchips and broken ornamental glass, the only thought Vito had on his mind at the moment was getting to that office and killing that self righteous son-of-a-bitch sitting behind his desk. Problem was, there were at least 20 mobsters scattered throughout the bludgeoned restaurant, waiting for either Vito or Joe to show their face so that they could put a hole through it. He and Joe had to take them out first before they could reach their main target, that much was certain. But how they were going to do this was a question that had yet to be answered. Vito had always considered himself a pretty sharp shooter, but it was going to take a lot of sharp shooting to get him and Joe to the elevator and even more so to get into the Chinese boss's office. And as Vito found himself running out of bullets, the situation became more and more distressful.
What I wouldn't give for a cigarette right now, the Wise Guy thought dryly as he took cover from an onslaught of ammunition.
It was then that Vito noticed a mobster raise his head to aim at Joe, who was busying himself with a few Chinese mobsters shooting at him from the back of the restaurant. He was quick to aim between the eyes for an instant kill, but was a moment too late: the mobster ducked his head and the bullet sailed past him and into the intricately carved wood of the booth. Vito cursed out loud, knowing that it would have been a perfect shot otherwise. A few feet away from him, Joe managed to take out the two mobsters he'd been shooting at, no doubt having to waste more bullets than was necessary. "These stupid fuckers don't stay still, do they?" Joe growled over at Vito, who was more than inclined to agree.
He and Joe were being closed in on, and backup for the Chinese mobsters were sure to arrive soon -that didn't give them much time to get to the boss and then get the hell out of there. Fortunately for the two, spare bullets in the guns left by the dead mobsters and strategic positioning soon gave them a path throughout the restaurant and into the elevator, which finally lead them to the boss's office.
Vito slammed open the door to confront the drug lord, sitting calmly behind his desk and unknowing of the massacre that happened just above his head. "You're dead, you slanty-eyed fuck!" Joe spat as he ruthlessly jabbed the barrel of his pistol against the Mr. Wong's head. There was a flicker of shock and fear in the boss's eyes that quickly dissolved into an eerie calmness.
"What is it that you want?" Mr. Wong asked quietly, seemingly annoyed by their intrusion. This was enough to earn him a pistol whip from Joe, who grabbed the boss's chin and yelled into his face, "What the fuck do you think we want?"
"We wanna know," Vito began in a husky growl, "why you had our friend killed. We also want the money you took from him." Mr. Wong trained his eerily calm gaze onto Vito before stating, "I had no choice. Your 'friend' was a government informer."
"What?" Vito's voice came out breathless; he couldn't believe that the man he'd worked beside for so long, the man who was his friend, had been ratting out on them all along. Joe couldn't believe this either, and showed his incredulity by pressing the pistol even harder against the boss's head. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Wong began to explain: "A contact inside the Federal Bureau of Narcotics told me that Henry Tomasino" –at this point Joe and Vito traded quizzical glances between each other- "has them information about our deal." "That's a fuckin' lie!" Joe snarled, anger hardening his features even further.
Vito felt his ire rise as well. "Woah woah woah, you're saying Henry was a rat?" "Yes," The boss stated, triumph flashing in his eyes as Joe continued to jab the pistol against his head, "but not anymore."
Vito's finger began to itch against the trigger, aching to kill the man who left his friend in a pool of blood on the sidewalk. He said to the boss between gritted teeth, "That's bullshit! Makes no sense! But I s'pose you had nothing to do with the little stickup after we closed the deal with you either, right?" Mr. Wong gave him a cold glare as he hissed, "You think we would take such a stupid risk and destroy our own factory? That was just another reason to get rid of you." He took a shaky breath, began to talk again. "We had problems with you from the very beginning."
"Eh," Vito said, cocking his gun back up towards the boss, "well, all of your problems are just about over. So where's our money?"
Mr. Wong opened his mouth, began to say something, but his eyes suddenly widened in surprise and he was silenced by a bang and a bullet between the eyes- a shot Vito had definitely not taken. He and Joe stared at each other, and Joe knew that Vito hadn't done it.
"What the-?" Joe said in stunned confusion, backing away from the dead boss as Vito whirled around towards the doorway- nobody there. He hurried out the door and looked around the hallway, gun gripped tightly in his hand. "The fuck just happened?" Joe stumbled out of the doorway in bewilderment to stand behind Vito, who was still inspecting the place. "A phantom bullet? Who else knew we were here?"
"Nobody, that's who," Vito growled as he stalked around the area, the knowledge creeping upon him that the shooter had already fled. "But who else would have it out against that old fuck?"
Was it a police officer? An agent? Neither of these seemed logical to Vito- if it were an officer or an agent, surely all three of them would've been arrested- shooting Mr. Wong and leaving Joe and Vito alone didn't make any sense. Maybe it was-
"An assassin?" Vito had felt it dawn on him that the killer could very well have been a hitman, someone hired to take out the drug lord. But something told Vito that it wasn't just that- the shooter had taken out the boss just before he told them where the money was taken. The assassin wanted to withhold information from Joe and Vito.
"Shit!" Vito ground out, finally lowering his gun, "just what we needed. A random shooter and we still don't know where they have the money!" Joe shook his head slightly, exhaling through his nose. "Something tells me that Chink wouldn't've told us anyway".
Vito sighed, his frustration ebbing away into annoyance. "Let's just get the hell outta here before the cops come." He was still shaken by what had happened only moments ago- A gunfight, an interrogation, and all they got out of it was some disheartening information and a drive-by mystery shooter. This had not been a good day at all.
They ran their way to the elevator and through the kitchen. Vito could already sense some cops hanging around outside, not surprising since Joe and Vito had made enough noise to wake up half of Empire Bay. They threw themselves out of a door and into a back alley to the sound of sirens. Joe immediately holstered his gun.
"Aaaw, fuck this! C'mon Vito, let's get outta here. There's too many of them!" Vito ran to the nearest car and punched out the man about to enter it. He grabbed the keys that clinked to the ground and got inside. When Joe joined him, Vito drove like hell to escape the cops hot on his tail. When they rounded a corner and heard the sound of sirens fade away, both Joe and Vito sighed in relief. "Alright, we lost 'em. Take me to my place, Vito. I need a fuckin' drink."
The Andrews Sisters played softly on the radio, an old classic, as Vito searched for something to say back. "That was, uh… that was fucked up, huh?" "Yeah," was the halfhearted reply that Joe tossed back. "I don't wanna talk about it. Just get me back to my place, would ya?" The rest of the drive was spent in silence.
Back at Joe's place, Vito sat on the steps with a cigarette next to the garage where their new -and slightly battered- car lay. Joe leaned against the wall behind him, cancer stick in hand as well.
Vito took a long drag out of his cigarette. "This deal was a total fuckin' disaster."
"Tell me about it," Joe replied, his voice a mixture of anger and weariness. Vito decided to take up Joe's rhetorical answer.
"Henry's dead, we don't have Bruno's money, we killed half the Toms-"Joe let out smoke in an unsteady stream, gazing warily at the back of Vito's head before looking away, his eyes glazed over, "-and if they think Carlos sent us, it'll mean war." Vito blew smoke out in a long puff. "… We're fucked."
"Yeah." Joe agreed. "But if Carlos finds out we got him into this mess…"
"What if Henry really was a rat?" Vito had tried to keep the nagging thought out of his mind but it had been too persistent to ignore. And that damn mystery shooter as well… what'd that been all about?
"No fuckin' way!" Joe shot back indignantly. "Don't even say that. Look, first let's get the money for Bruno. That'll fix at least one problem."
That still leaves too many other problems to fix.
"…But I'm done for today. I need a drink. Call you in the mornin', we'll figure this shit out."
"Alright," Vito replied. He figured on finishing his cigarette, unlike Joe, who tossed his on the ground and started for the door.
"Alright, I'll see you later. And Vito…" Vito glanced over his shoulder. "…Be careful." Joe's footsteps faded away, leaving Vito to sit alone and gaze out at the darkening sky.
End of Ch.1. Don't worry! A certain beloved agent will be in the next chapter ;D and in case you're wondering, any words in italics are Vito's thoughts.