The 47 Sins

by Mordekai92

When your past doesn't leave you alone, it's best to disappear. Shortly after killing Ort-Meyer in Romania, 47 discovers that there are still some loose ends to tie up. 47 becomes entangled in a conspiracy centered around his dark origins and The ICA. Following this The agency plunges to a civil war that threatens to tear the organization apart. It's time for 47 to retire...

1. Prologue

The 47 Sins

Written by Mordekai92

Prologue: Loose Ends

Agent 47 was in a hurry. He had just escaped The Asylum in Romania. He was still shocked about the things he saw. A simple mission turned complex when SWAT teams stormed the place. On top of that, 47 had murdered his father and the 48's, his brothers. But it was necessary. They had to die. The SWAT teams were still chasing him so he had to drive faster than was allowed. 47 managed to lose them eventually. He ditched the car and continued on foot. 47 made his way to a Romanian village. The place looked old, almost magical. He made his way to a hotel and checked in. Now it was time for some rest. He had earned it. And he was angry. The Agency hadn't told him everything. 47 was sure that somebody in the highest levels of The Agency knew about his creation but had kept it secret. And he was right.

Back at The Asylum, SWAT teams prepared to leave. A phone rang in Dr. Kovacs' office. It took a while before a SWAT member answered it. "Listen closely…" A cold and calculating voice said. "I know where the guy you're looking for went. He is not far…" "Who the fuck are you?" The SWAT member asked. The mysterious caller didn't say anything. He leaned backwards in his black leather chair. It made a squeaking sound. The caller was dressed in expensive clothes and he was smoking a cigar. He had the ICA logo tattooed on his arm. There was a smaller tattoo on his cheek also. Finally, after a long pause he said: "Your man is staying in a hotel in a village called Lazuri." "Why you're telling this to me?" The SWAT member asked. "Because I want him dead. He has become a liability for me. Kill him and the world will be a much better place." The caller hang up. The SWAT member was confused. But he decided to check out the place anyway. "Sir, I've got the location of the suspect." He said to The SWAT commander via a walkie-talkie.

Meanwhile, 47 was showering. He stayed in the shower for a long time and thought about the things he had done during the past weeks. The moment when he killed Ort-Meyer was still haunting him. How was this possible? He was built to be a killer without feelings and Ort-Meyer was a bad man but still he couldn't stop thinking about it. 47 came out of the shower and sat down. His trusty laptop was on the desk in front of him. He opened it and decided to check if he had received any new contracts. The familiar ICA logo appeared on the screen. Outside, police vehicles stopped in front of the hotel and SWAT teams stepped out in full combat gear. "The suspect may be inside. Do not fire without a visual. We don't want to accidentally kill innocents." 47 was shocked. He had indeed received a new text message from Diana but it wasn't a contract. It was a warning. The message read: "SWAT teams know where you are. You must leave now." He stood up and looked through the window. Then he saw the SWATS. He packed his equipment as quickly as he could and loaded his silverballers. Soon SWATS were knocking his door. "This is the police. Open up!" No response. "Open up asshole or we open fire!" Once again, no response. "Allright tough guy. We're breaking this door. You're toast!" It didn't take long before the door was kicked in. SWATS entered, checking every corner of the room. "Suspect is not here. Repeat, suspect is not here!" One SWAT went to the balcony. And then 47 struck. He was hanging from the railing and pulled the SWAT over it. He was instantly killed, his bones making a nasty sounding cracking sound as his body came in contact with the hard asphalt. "Shit what was that?" The SWATs turned around and began pointing their guns I different directions. They tried to locate the source of the sound. 47 made a risky move. He dashed in to the room with both silverballers firing simultaneously. Blood splattered to the walls, giving the room a new decoration. Two SWATs died instantly. But now 47 was in trouble. The five remaining SWATs started firing their assault rifles. 47 dived behind the hotel room bed. The assault rifles kept firing. The fire broke a table lamp. Shattered glass flew through the air and the wall was full of holes. One of the SWATS moved closer to try and hit him from the side. 47 shot him. The SWAT member's body dropped to the ground cleanly, leaving a massive pool of blood around it. Four SWATs remained. The death of one SWAT distracted the others. 47 quickly rolled under the bed and crawled out through the other side as the SWATs moved in to the side of the bed to check on their teammate.

47 prepared to fire when a SWAT appeared and pointed his gun straight towards 47's head. He quickly rolled back under the bed and shot the SWAT in the leg. This momentarily disabled him and 47 used the opportunity to finish him off by quickly rolling out again and giving him a nice clean headshot. Now 47 was in big trouble. One SWAT looked under the bed while the other two rushed straight towards him. 47 knew he had only one chance. He quickly opened the drawer near him and found a can of hairspray. Yes! These things were known to be extremely flammable. In this case that would save 47's life. He aimed the can towards his attackers and shot towards the SWATs while spraying. The muzzle flash ignited the substance. A blinding trail of flames travelled through the air. The two SWATs turned to human torches. They screamed in pain as their skin began to melt and their brains vaporized. The air smelled of burning flesh.

Unfortunately, the remaining SWAT had noticed 47's improvised flamethrower and shot him. 47 was wounded. He held his arm in pain and dropped the can. He slowly fell down. When the SWAT came to check if he was dead, he kicked the SWAT right between his legs and disarmed him. 47 pulled out his fiber wire and headbutted the SWAT. He was briefly stunned and 47 moved behind him and strangled him. This was his ticket out of here without having to shoot his way out. He was wounded and felt the pain burning his arm but he had to act quickly before they would send reinforcements. He dragged the SWAT to the bathroom and stole his clothes. Then he closed the door and jammed it by moving a large closet and a desk in front of it. That would keep them busy until he has reached a safe distance. Dressed in SWAT clothing and holding an assault rifle, 47 walked through the front door and entered a car. He started the engine by using the keys he had obtained from one of the corpses. He drove away, unaware that this was only the beginning of his perilous journey…