A Death in the Night
Chapter III – The Hit
The long wait would have been nearly unbearable for most people, and it was times like this that 47 was grateful for Ort-Meyer's making him into a nearly emotionless killing machine, rather than burdening 47 with all sorts of emotions which the assassin regarded as potentially annoying and even dangerous in many situations. Which didn't keep him from wishing that he possessed at least some emotions, at least emotions other than the mild annoyance which he felt at having to wait, according to his watch, some three hours in a closet?
He had spent the first two hours deciding just exactly how he was going to kill Mr. Samuel Vincent Brown. At first he had considered just injecting the man with poison, quick and painless. However, after waiting one full hour 47 had decided that he was too annoyed to be that merciful and so considered using the fiber wire as it would be rather painful and, while silent, would fill the mark with complete terror for the last few minutes of his life. Then a second full hour came and went and the assassin decided that even that was too merciful for such a long wait.
Finally, after three long and incredibly boring hours, Samuel Brown walked into his bedroom and he was – as expected – completely alone. The man was wearing nothing but a robe and his long brown hair clung to his head, it was very wet. Brown's robe was scarlet with gold embroidery, obviously a very expensive article of clothing. 47 riled the robe's look into his expansive memory, determined to buy such a robe for himself if ever he retired.
The man sauntered over to the other end of his room, his back was to the closet and 47 slowly snuck out, making sure to stay directly behind his mark and out of site. Brown plopped down into his desk chair with a heavy thud and typed a password into his computer. The machine was extremely fast and 47 was able to see just why, probably anyhow, this man was wanted dead as his desktop image consisted of several naked young girls and boys doing things that people so young simply ought not to be doing. The assassin hated pedophiles, for no particular reason that he could fathom really, other maybe than that some of the most clearly vile people he had ever seen had been pedophiles.
47 pulled a Silverballer out from its hiding place in his pants. He shot Brown in the throat in such a way that it didn't kill him right away, but he the only noise he would be able to make would be nothing more than a bloody gurgle. The man fell to the floor clutching his throat from which blood was gushing surprisingly strongly. The assassin kneeled down. "This is for all the children you've corrupted…" were the soft words whispered from the mouth of the killer into the pervert's ear. 47 then shot the man's knees out and then a .45 slug into the man's groin. The job was finished with two bullets to the head. He didn't bother trying to hide or move the body, there was too much blood and he had no way of cleaning it.
The silent assassin turned briefly into the avenger of the innocent children, walked calmly out the door and back to the bathroom through which he had entered the house. Fortunately the young girl was no longer in the room, and the guard in the hall who had been reading the paper was actually sound a sleep – apparently having heard neither the suppressed gunshots nor the gurgling of his late employer. He made his exit, and then the unthinkable happened.