AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written a while ago, right after I watched the Agent 47 movie. For the most part, it will follow the plot line, but in the point of view of my original character.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hitman franchise.
Agent 47: Game, Set, Match
"What are you waiting for? Go!"
She tried to keep her countenance impassive, but his arrogant tone and sneer was ready to make her implode. Just months ago, he had been a nobody. Now, he thinks he was some kind of overlord.
With his sub-dermal armour, he had gotten cocky. Just because she couldn't shoot his brains out or slice his head off with her sword, he thought she was weak. Leclerq also gained a liking for the bastard.
She quietly walked towards the hotel room. Her sword glinted in the dim hallway. How was she going to do it? There was an Agent in there. Although she had never seen one before, they were rumoured to be emotionless super humans.
"It wouldn't hurt for you to hurry a little."
She gritted her teeth and tried to keep calm.
With a swing of her sword, the door fell apart. The occupants were immediately alerted. If she had it her way, she would've preferred the sniper rifle, but they didn't want to kill the girl and the Agent always seemed to be careful not to stay too close to a window.
A mere second after she burst in, the Agent was on her. He didn't have his infamous guns. That was an advantage she hadn't expected. She fended him off with her blade before descending on him. He seemed to be able to predict her next moves, but she had speed on her side. Her sword caught his arm. He fell back a few steps, outwardly unaffected by the wound. His eyes remained fixated on her.
"What's going on?" The woman, Katia van Dees, was standing by the door with a gun in her hand. The poor thing looked abused with parts missing. What had they done to it?
Noticing the Agent's attention was diverted, she flitted over to her target. The blonde tucked smoothly under the woman's chin. The mutilated gun clattered harmlessly to the floor.
"Let me go!" Katia shouted and tried to struggle out of her compromised position. She shifted her neck just a little too far and the sharp blade pierced her skin. She fell still as droplets ran down the shiny metal.
"If you'll hold still, I can assure that no harm will come to you." She was annoyed with the situation and John Smith's voice raving nonstop in her left ear. "Agent." She looked at the man across from her, daring him to challenge her.
He clenched his jaws, going through all his options. He didn't have many that would secure Katia back. He stepped back. It wasn't something he wanted to do, but it was a necessity. With his Silverballers unusable, he'd have to regroup. It was probably easier to break Katia out than trying to fight for her now.
At his stare, Katia looked betrayed. Wasn't he going to do anything?!
"Thank you."
Keeping her eyes on the Agent, she backed up towards the window. Smith and his half-cooked plans. She quickly turned and ran through the glass with Katia screaming holes into her eardrums. They plummeted downward and landed on a safety net that was positioned beneath them. S He jumped the rest of the way d own, while the others kept Katia tied up in the net.
They wrapped things up before the situation caught too much attention.
Looking up into the window, she noted that the Agent was absent.
She sighed.
At least John Smith had finally stopped speaking into her ear piece.
LeClerq had confined the girl in a windowless room. She was to be bait used to capture Dr. Delriego – some scientist who had been the mastermind behind the Agents and Katia Van Dees' father.
Anya sat down as John Smith continued to talk to everyone. It was as if he just wanted to hear his own voice. To her, it was like annoying background noise, now. Her mind began to wander to the Agent that they had left at the hotel room. He wasn't likely to leave it alone.
While the idiot was discussing the whereabouts of the doctor, no one seemed to be particularly concerned if the Agent was to try and infiltrate the Syndicate. It was obvious that he was going to come. Inevitable.
"Are you listening to me, Anya?"
"No."
She stood up and walked away.
His glare was trying to burn a hole through the back of her head as she publicly defied him. There would be Hell to pay later, but she was done with him. He was an asshole who thought of himself as God. She'd have to speak to LeClerq. Even if it meant some lesser work, she didn't want to be anywhere near John Smith anymore.
LeClerq was in his office when she found him. He glanced at her with disinterest.
"Sir, I'd like to request a change of – "
"John has already told me," he interrupted.
She frowned. What had he said? Nothing good, she figured. "I'd like to know what he's informed you of." Apprehension seized her.
"You've been rather difficult. I know that you are used to leading the missions, but since your new position, you've been rather… shall we say, useless?"
"Useless?" she hissed. "I can assure you that I have accomplished more than your previous John Smith. Who do you think captured your girl? Certainly not him. He had himself shot to the next century and came back empty handed! Other than his non-deserving praises, what has he actually done?" Her anger was getting the best of her.
"Enough." His eyes darkened and the down turn of his lips indicated his own ire. "I will not have you trash talk our best soldier."
"Sir, if you could just – "
"No. Go guard the girl. I don't want to hear another word from you." His tone left no room for argument.
She huffed and stormed away. LeClerq was a fool for trusting Smith. The bastard had nothing going for him except his indestructible armour. Even with it, he still failed. She had seen his combative skills. Jumping straight into the advanced program had done him no favours. This movements were flawed. He was too confident. He made countless mistakes that a well-trained soldier would never make. He was a fool.
She slammed her fist against the wall in frustration. It solved nothing, but left a throbbing sensation in her hand. On the bright side, she'd be away from him.
After keying in her code and submitting to the scanner, she looked at the woman before her. Katia van Dees was tied down to a chair in a windowless, white room. Upon seeing Anya, she began to curse and shout.
"Quiet," Anya growled. She was in no mood for this.
"He'll come and he'll kill you," Katia threatened.
"Indeed." And she was going to be ready for the Agent. There were only two openings to this room – the door and the air vent. "I'll be ready for him Miss Van Dees."
Seeing the defiant look still on the captive's face, Anya chuckled. 'You are, after all, in our possession. He seems disinclined to harm you."
Realising her motives, Katia spat at her, "Fuck you!"
Anya sat down in a corner, staring idly across from the other woman. She hated this facility. It was like being back there again. Everything was white with doctors everywhere. When the Syndicate offered to take her under their wind, she jumped at the chance, not knowing the horrors and agony that she'd experience nor the same feeling of being encaged and controlled. Different location; same prison.
When had she fallen so far?
As a child, all she wanted was the latest dolls and castles – dresses and princesses. Now, she always had her gun and sword on her body. She had killed more than she could count. What would her parents think of her now?
Nothing.
They wouldn't be thinking anything because they were dead.
She had lost it after. Their bloodied dead bodies had been too much for her nine year old mind. Her aunts didn't want her. With her dead parents' money, they trust her into the asylum. They never visit. They never call. She had been alone for seven years before the Syndicate became her new home. She rose far in the rankings. Her training went smoothly. She was receptive to their drugs and modifications, but in the end… It was never going to be enough. In the end, she was but a mental patient pretending to be a soldier.
"Please…"
Anya glanced at Katia who had tears in her eyes.
"Please," she pleaded again. "My father, he has lung cancer. Leave him be. Let me see him before…" The droplets spilled over, trailing down her cheeks. "Don't you have someone like that?"
Her face darkened. "No."
"Are you like him? Are you a heartless monster?"
"Is that what you call him? I'm surprised that he hasn't killed you, yet." The Agent had taken her away from Smith. She would've thought that Katia would be a little more grateful. "You know… If you hadn't taken the gun apart, things might've turned out quite differently. Perhaps you would be sitting across from another heartless monster or maybe even from your ailing father."
Katia looked down. Regret and remorse were clearly on her face. Anya could feel the tinge of her own guilt eating at her. It was a jab that was meant to hurt because she was having a bad day. But then again, the woman had implied that she was a heartless bitch.
With the silence, her mind began to wander again. The Agent was most likely not going through the door. It would take significant force to break open. That is… Unless he cuts the power. It was a problem that everything was electrically operated.
Just as she thought this, the lights went out. She could hear LeClerq in her earpiece, barking orders. There was avoidable confusion as he instructed Smith to stay with him.
"Anya. Is the girl still there?"
"Yes, sir."
Katia van Dees seemed to have become a new person. The shine returned to her eyes. Her body was rigid with anticipation.
Anya stood up. Her sword was partially cloaked in the darkness. She kept her eyes on the door, but a sound to her left caught her attention. As soon as the vent cover shifted, she was across the room with her sword already swinging in an arc. It redirected a bullet and was stopped by the metal grate flying her way.
"I've been waiting for you, Agent."
He didn't reply. She didn't recall ever hearing his voice. Did he even have one?
He aimed his guns at her. She narrowed her eyes. LeClerq was shouting at her through the ear piece, as was Smith. They were like hammers pounding nails into her skull. It was all very infuriating. She ripped away the small device and flung it to the side.
When he fired, she dodged to the right and realised too late that one of the bullets hadn't been meant for her. It shattered one of the chains that kept Katia in the chair. A second bullet freed her.
Anya growled in frustration. She needed to regain her advantage. As she moved to keep Katia hostage, the woman moved in a fluidity that she had never seen before.
The table that had been beside the chair flew in the air and hit Anya's arm. She cursed when she heard the sickening crunch. What exactly was she? Had her father also modified her?
Katia was by the Agent's side in an instant.
Anya kept herself in front of the door. It was unlikely that they were going to go back through the vent. It was too slow and too enclosed.
"We already know where Dr. Delriego is," she informed them. "If you don't cooperate, not only will we kill him, we'll make sure you'll never be reunited." When the words left her lips, there was an immediate sense of self-hate, but before it could fester, she stomped it down. She couldn't allow it to cause her to lose focus.
Suddenly, the door behind her banged open. LeClerq and John Smith came through, along with a dozen other soldiers. She gritted her teeth in irritation. This wasn't going to turn out well.
"Anya, leave. I've had enough of your insubordination."
She glared at LeClerq. "Good luck." He was going to need it.
While everyone was riled up with the Agent, she began to pack. She wanted to be gone no matter who won. If LeClerq was still alive, she wouldn't let her leave with her life and Smith would be more than glad to finish her off.
Within ten minutes, she was a safe distance away, observing for the outcome. The power was still off, but after half an hour, it came back on. How unfortunate. Had the Agent escaped with the girl? No, it didn't matter anymore. Once the Syndicate realises that she was gone, she'd have bigger things to worry about.
With the ways things were, they would be heading to Singapore for Dr. Delriego. She'd just have to get as far away as possible. Perhaps Scotland. It was boring there. No one would come searching.
At first dawn, she headed to the airport. It was already crowded. She had on a beanie with her hair stuffed underneath. The silver sheen could still be easily spotted, but her glowing green eyes were shielded by dark brown contacts.
As she passed by, she saw a familiar form that put her on edge. It seemed that he had also sensed her presence.
"What is it?" she heard Katia quietly ask.
"Use your instinct." His voice wasn't low as she thought, but it had a rather calming effect to it. How peculiar.
When she realised that both were reaching for their weapons, she quickly continued on her way. They were no long her problem. She wanted nothing to do with them.
Unfortunately, they didn't like being caught and quickly appeared before her. She sneered back at them. "Don't you have a plane to catch?"
"What are you going to do with my father?" Katia demanded.
"Nothing," she admitted. "I want nothing to do with you, your guard dog nor your father. It'd be much appreciated if you'd leave me alone."
Katia frowned in confusion. "So they kicked you out?"
"No, Miss Van Dees. I left. You no longer have to worry about me." She brushed passed them. They wouldn't possibly open fire in a crowded airport. It would attract too much unwanted attention.
"You can help us!" she heard Katia call out to her, but she kept walking away. This was no longer her battle to fight.
"I wonder what happened," Katia pondered aloud. "She seemed pretty integrated in there, but I guess she also looked pissed at LeClerq and Brian."
"Brian?"
"John Smith… Brian… I don't even know what his real name is!" She was still angry that she allowed herself to be fooled by his horrid acting. "That's beside the point. Where do you think she's going?"
"It doesn't matter," Agent 47 replied. "How many cameras are there? Try to keep yourself from being seen. I'll meet you at the gate."
"What?" Katia had lost track of him for one second and he was gone. She cursed under her breath and stealthily made her way around all the cameras. "It was simple manoeuvring to the boarding gate, but when they left the Singapore airport, she knew that she had made a mistake. The security camera caught her as she exited. 47 wasn't going to be happy about that.
He pulled up in a red car in front of her. Where he got it from, she didn't know. She didn't want to know.
They stayed in a hotel under false names and left early the next day. The orchids should be in full blood, today. Her father was bound to be there and he was. He looked so frail sitting with a notepad, quietly sketching.
Agent 47 observed the exchange between daughter and father. He was going to give her a little time before informing them of the spies.
Unfortunately, as he approached the reunion, the woman pretending to be carrying an infant pulled out a gun. He quickly shot back at her. The other "guests" also began to close in on them.
"Go. Go," he instructed the duo. Delriego looked worse for wear as he huffed and wheezed. They arrived on the lower floor and commandeered another car. The others quickly trapped them in. John Smith was in a jeep in front of them. He could hear two others nearby. He shifted gears and backed up before making a sharp turn to the right. They broke straight through the glass in front of the jeep and raced to the entrance. It was a close call as they hit the poles they were only beginning to rise from the ground – the vehicle behind them wasn't so lucky.
As things began to slowly calm down, he could hear Delriego struggling to breathe in the back seat. He should've had Katia sit with him.
Bang!
The car jerked back.
Bang!
He could see a grappling hook protruding into the roof of the car. The Syndicate had found them quicker than he had anticipated. He also didn`t expect them to lock their car in like this. No matter how hard he pressed down on the gas pedal, the car was stuck. Men began to slide down the thick, black cables toward them.
He stepped out and fired a barrage of bullets, killing the majority of them. He reloaded in an instant, certain that reinforcement was going to arrive in a matter of minutes.
Unexpectedly, the men were falling through the air on their own. They laid motionless on the ground as more fell. He followed the trajectory of the bullets to find an unlikely ally.
Silver hair was tucked to the side. Most of her face was hidden by the sniper rifle. She finished the rest off and looked at him.
Anya wondered why she never took the plane to Glasgow. After seeing the pair, she changed her flight and went on standby for the next flight to Singapore. It hadn't been hard searching for them. Follow the chaos. It helped that the Syndicate hadn't been as inconspicuous as they thought. She set up her rifle on an unoccupied roof nearby and the rest was easy.
She decided to remain idly until the Agent arrived. The havoc would take the attention away from her.
When the Agent looked at her, she ignored him. His gaze was piercing, perhaps even alluring. She rubbed at her chest, trying to will away the emotions. It was as if…
She packed her rifle and hastily made her way down. There was no one at the car. She followed the trail of bodies to an alley.
"Smith."
The bastard had a hand on Delriego's arm, trying to pull the wheezing man up.
"Anya." He leered at her. "Fancy seeing you here. After you ran with your tail behind your legs. I never thought I'd see you, again, especially not in Singapore. Imagine my disappointment, but now…" He let go of the doctor for another to take away.
"As much as I'd love to finally be rid of you, I have better things to deal with. Remember this, you're the brawns and I'm the brains." With that, she disappeared. Her speed had always been her greatest asset.
"Agent." She found the two several blocks away, hidden in a car park.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Katia shouted, tears were streaming down her face. "I don't have anything left to take! So fuck you! Fuck you and the Syndicate and your fucking lover!"
Anya narrowed her eyes. "Don't associate me with the likes of him." She walked closer, keeping an eye on the Agent. "I'm not here for anything other than to offer you my assistance."
Katia snarled at her. "Why now? Why not before they took my father?!"
"She was there," the Agent informed the hysterical woman before turning to Anya. "Do you use any other guns."
She nodded. "But I prefer a more silent approach. Your, however, are rather impressive. Custom-made?"
He didn't reply.
"I don't expect either of you to trust me, but I want a chance at redemption." She wasn't surprised to see the shock on Katia's face, while the Agent continued to stare her down. Perhaps he could read minds. She wouldn't put it pass him.
"Give us a minute." Katia pulled the Agent to the side. She spoke quickly and furiously to him. When they came back, the Agent trailed behind. His face was as impassive as ever, but something in his eyes reflected what seemed to be irritation. "You can stay with us on one condition – well, two."
"I'm listening."
"First, you will follow our lead. If you stray, we'll kill you, got it?" Seeing the nod, Katia continued. "Second, we will be keeping your weapons. We can't have you stabbing our backs while we're sleeping."
"No." She refused to be left defenseless, especially when there were people after them. It was foolish and an unreasonable request., "If I must, I will reside elsewhere for the nights. I won't be without my means of survival, Miss Van Dees."
"Fine." Katia conceded quickly, drawing suspicion on herself. When she continued, her voice was but a hush whisper."I want a favour. When this is over, I want you to help me kill him."
What a twist of events…
"As you wish."
They walked back together to the Agent who slipped into another stolen car without a word. Anya was seated beside him with Katia watching her back like a hawk. She never thought that she'd ever be in this position.
While the Agent and Katia go a room in a hotel, Anya slipped on to the roof. The cool breeze was unpleasant, but she didn't want to be continued in a room. Unfortunately, this was also a wide open space where snipers could easily hit her. She walked back in and settled just behind the metal door. This would have to do for now.
Her moment of rest lasted a few hours before footsteps approached her. It was quiet, most likely a certain hitman. She wondered if he was going to finish her off. Her hand tightened around the hilt of her sword. "Agent," she greeted him.
"I'm not here to kill you." He went straight to the point. "You said you wanted redemption."
"Indeed." Where was he going with this?
He walked up much closer than she was comfortable with.
Moments later, she was in a helicopter, flying back to the hotel roof. She spotted him with an unconscious Katia in his arms. He placed her into the driver's seat before climbing in himself. It was crowded inside. He had tied Katia to the cycle-pitch lever while he remotely controlled everything on his laptop.
"You could've allowed me to fly it there first."
He didn't even glance at her as he began to work on hacking the Syndicate's main controls.
"She's going to kill you when she wakes up," she offered. "More than she already wants you."
I'm not that easy to kill," he finally said. His eyes were still fixated on the screen.
"No, I wouldn't imagine so," she agreed. Katia wanted her to kill him, but she wasn't quite sure how, yet, nor did she know why Katia wanted him dead. He'd kept her alive for this long and didn't seem to have any malicious intentions. However, she could see how the woman may be intimidated.
He was designed to be a human killing machine – born to it. Katia called him heartless, but perhaps there just wasn't much that fazed him. He was impassive most of the time, but deep in his eyes, there was something there – usually frustration. It amused her, but… he obviously wasn't happy about it. That had to be something, no? It only took a little bit more effort to read him, but it was definitely there.
"Do you love her?" The thought had been a lingering thought in the back of her mind. She could think of no other reason why he was so determined. "You're unusually dedicated to someone I assume you've only just met."
His eyebrow twitched once and his fingers faltered its movements on the keys. She smirked as he tried to keep his calm demeanor. What else would make him ticked?
They landed on the rooftop next to eh Syndicate's Singapore headquarters. He made his way in while instructing her to remotely navigate the helicopter. This was going to be brilliant.
After setting everything into place, she readied herself. The handgun was tucked inside her coat. Her sword was in her hand and the sniper rifle was left with his laptop.
With one last look at the helicopter hovering beside the Syndicate window, she left. Poor woman was still unconscious, paraded in front of the people who wanted to exploit her.
Anya slipped in through a back entrance and flitted passed the cameras. The Agent and her had planned to meet in one room. It was a little more difficult manoeuvring after exposing Katia, but that couldn't be helped. She climbed out the window of an empty office and found the room that the Agent was in.
"You took too long," was the first thing he said to her.
"I apologise for not having a head start," she grumbled. The party was all ready, but it hadn't started yet. She was hoping for a piece of LeClerq as well, but Smith would be the most satisfying.
There was a sudden loud crash that shook through the entire building. Katia had behaved just as they had expected. Her survival instinct was right on point. Anya hoped that the woman wasn't going to find out that the Agent wasn't the only one in on it. She didn't want to deal with a pissed off super soldier who was even more advanced than him. What fun.
Bang!
Smith stopped the bullet that was aimed straight at LeClerq. The bullet fell as it hit the sub-dermal armour.
The Agent quickly swivelled to face him before letting out several rounds from his Silverballers.
Upon Smith's recommendation, the rest of the Syndicate quickly rerouted. He effectively dodged the bullets, but as he was distracted with the Agent, Anya appeared beside him with a slash to his side. She knew it wouldn't be fatal, but the grimace on his face indicated pain. At least she could torture him a bit first. She hadn't quite figured out how to kill him, yet.
Smith dodged to the right and threw out a punch. She flitted behind him and tried to plunge the sword through his neck when something ripped through her. She faltered. Smith turned and threw her across the room.
Bang!
The Agent shot the man at the door. The body immediately collapsed in a motionless heap. He then turned to Smith who looked as if he was going to finish her off.
She tried to shake away the pain and stiffness. Fuck! It was a good thing that she was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath.
The Agent was now engaged in hand-to-hand combat with Smith. His gun was a length away. She watched as the hitman slam the bastard against the wall. Smith shook his head. Pieces of the dry wall came off, exposing the damaged electrical wires.
The resumed the fight, legs and arms were flying everywhere. When the Agent brushed passed, she felt something pressed against her hand. Wire. It took her a moment to realise his plan, but when she did, she acted immediately.
The wire wound around her former team mate's neck, while the Agent kept him occupied. Smith struggled against her. She tugged and finally delivered a quick kick behind his knees. He tumbled backward, hitting the wall. She slammed the wire into the sparking cables and watched with delight as he shook from the current rushing through him.
The lights flickered before bathing them in darkness.
John Smith's body fell to the floor, still twitching.
Whether he was dead or not, she didn't know, but it was satisfying nonetheless. "Thank you," she said to her partner, who nodded in acknowledgment.
They wasted no more time getting to Katia who was doing fine on her own. The only problem was getting to Delriego on time. LeClerq was also missing. They were probably both together getting ready to fly back. That meant that they were going to be on the roof.
When they arrived, LeClerq already had the doctor in the helicopter.
"Father!" Katia shouted when she saw him. "Let him go! Stop!" Despite her cries, the helicopter lifted off.
The Agent cleared the rooftop with guns in both hands, but it was too late. The helicopter was too far to reach now.
"We have to get him back," Katia pleaded.
The Agent stood still, watching the helicopter as if waiting.
"Please," the woman continued to sob.
Anya sighed. All that and they have accomplished nothing. She turned to check on Smith's body when suddenly, a loud explosion washed over them and the entire building quivered.
"No! No!" Katia shrieked as the flaming helicopter fell apart. She collapsed on to her knees, silently mourning.
Anya's eyes immediately shifted to the Agent who was on his phone.
"First target: LeClerq, Antoine terminated." First target.
She watched curiously as he looked back at Katia. Indecision was on his face. So he really did have a contract to kill her. Sucking his cheeks in, he dropped the phone down the side of the building. She chuckled, shooting him a knowing look, which he pointedly ignored.
From the corner of her eye, she spotted someone getting up. A gun pointed at Katia.
Bang!
The Agent reacted faster than she had ever seen him. He took the shot to the back, while Anya clearly decapitated the other man.
"Good job, Agent. You saved the princess," she teased, but the tension was stifling. Katia pointed her gun at the Agent – the Silverballers that he had lent her.
"I'm going to kill you." Katia had murder in her eyes, but her hands shook. She looked over to Anya who was silently observing her.
Readjusting her sword, the redhead appeared behind the Agent and took a swing at his head, but he quickly dodged. A bullet came her way. She blocked it with the blade.
Round three.
Anya used her speed as her main weapon, but he always anticipated where she hit next. A bullet grazed her arm, but she also managed a cut to his cheek. It was shallow.
She moved to the left, hoping to finally catch him off guard. Unfortunately, he was the one who managed to disarm her. The sword flew out of her hand, through he air, and diagonally impaled a pillar.
Anya stared down at the barrel of his gun. Slowly, she lifted her arms up. Midway, she retried a dagger from her sleeve. She ducked down and appeared inches from him. "I win." Victory glinted in her eyes. Only the hilt of her dagger could be seen in the dark.
After the dagger was pulled away, the Agent fell to the floor. "Two-one, Agent." Game, set, match.
She looked at Katia who looked no more relieved than before. In fact, there were hints of guilt and regret.
"I never want to see you, again," Katia stated. "If I do, I'll kill you."
Anya didn't doubt it. At least, the woman was most likely going to get someone else to do it.
"You're no better than any of us, princess. You have blood on your hands – both from your enemies and your saviour." Anya gestured to the fallen Agent with her boot. "Get off your high horse and own up to your own demons."
The brunette pursed her lips before walking off.
Anya looked down at the Agent with her own regret. "I'll get that second point one day, Agent."
"47."
She laughed. "How long have you been waiting to say that?"
"Long enough."
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I hope none of you were disappointed that not a lot of romance was incorporated in this story. It's actually quite difficult imagining Agent 47 romantically involved with anyone, but I do have a second part planned (possibly) that rated M.
Please leave a review if you want to read it.