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A/N: Rated T for violence and language.
Mission Specs
As the snow fell from the sky, the crunching noise of the appointed weather originated from the feet marching across the ground. The security guards at the Embassy, guarding the property, the VIP's and the partygoers inside.
A small boat pulled up on the deck of the shore near the Embassy, and slowly pulled to a halt. A man observed his surroundings and opened a small laptop and connected with the Agency.
"Diana,", the man said, "I still don't know why you didn't brief me before the mission commenced."
"I'm sorry, 47. But there wasn't enough time."
47 smirked and pulled up the contract specs on the laptop.
"Your target is General Vladimir Zhupikov. The General is attending this celebration and will be in the ballroom most of the time. Also, you must secure the briefcase in the safe. The combination is only known by the Ambassador, who you might have to convince to give to you. He must survive, 47, so be non lethal about it."
"Professional, Diana. It's what I am."
"Right. Well, just a precaution. The Spetznaz agent is after the briefcase as well, so look out for him. He may not bother you, but don't let him see you with the briefcase."
"Noted.", 47 replied, "So eliminate the General, get the briefcase, and get out."
"Exactly. Don't worry about a tux, since your suit with be up to the guards' standards."
"Sounds easy enough. I'll start now, not to waste any time."
"Good idea. Report in when the contract is filled."
47 closed the laptop and got off the boat. He walked up the stairs and passed by a waiter, having a cigarette. He clumsily dropped it in the snow, and cursed under his breath.
"Hey mister!", he called after 47, "You got a light?"
47 walked over to him and pulled out a red transparent lighter, and lit his now moist cigarette.
"Thanks."
"No problem. Some party going on there.", he said, nodding toward the Embassy.
"Yeah. I gotta get back soon, my break's almost done. You got an invitation right?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. These guards are very strict. I don't know why, it's just a party."
47 mildly smirked and turned from the waiter, heading toward the Embassy. He arrived at the main gates and the guard held up his hand, telling 47 to stop. He loosened his grip on the silenced MP5k in his hand and opened the small gate door.
"You got an invitation?", the guard asked.
He lowered his sunglasses as 47 pulled a piece of parchment from his jacket. He handed it to the guard who nodded as he read. Handing it back to 47, he smiled.
"Enjoy the party, sir."
47 walked through the gate, nodding at the guard, and proceeded toward the elegant Embassy.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading. Chapter 2 is on it's way. I may produce this story to an extended one, continuing it through my own imagination. Please Review!