This is the half-way point, and it's a somewhat decent ending. So if you want to stop before the much more depressing ending, it's probably best to stop here. I will upload the other 10 chapters at some point later this week or early next week. Feedback is appreciated.
47 had already been awake for some time when Diana roused from her slumber. She sat up just in time to see him slipping back on his shirt and buttoning it up.
He didn't even turn to see her. "You should straighten up before you leave."
Diana gave him an agitated groan. "No coffee- no 'good morning.' You're a terrible host." She slunk out of the bed, moving past him towards the restroom.
47 was back to his normal, indifferent, self. He said nothing, letting her get a shower.
Diana basked in the seemingly endless flow of hot water until she got a bit too pruney. Only one towel. It still had a bit of dampness to it. He must have also showered. No brush. She figured a bald man had no need for one. It wasn't like he had overnight company. Well- until last night. She used her hands in her hair and settled it the best she could.
Her favorite assassin was in his trademark suit by the time she got out. She could almost see the pistols at his sides. Maybe it was just that she knew they were there. The suit itself held no clue unless you knew the cut was specifically done to hide a double shoulder holster. "Well- there's the 47 we all know and love." Her words sounded a bit more spiteful than she meant. She didn't want to leave on bad terms with him- not after last night. "Sorry. That came out a bit mean."
The man gave her nothing. Nothing at all. He simply stepped over to the door, and held it open for her. She sighed, and grabbed her jacket (which was laid out on the bed now). As she went to the door, she paused and looked up at him. It was like that very small soft side she'd seen last night had been completely wiped away. His expression was as blank as it always was. She couldn't help but frown as those icy blues stared down at her with such indifference. He didn't even seem impatient that she was just standing here in the portal. After a moment, she hugged him. It was the only time she'd have the chance. He could bloody well shoot her is he didn't like it.
Diana let his warmth flow over her for a moment. The man was hard as a rock- and warm like the beach. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. When she released him, she finally stepped outside the door.
47 didn't mind the hug. He had spent the better part of the morning re-establishing his personal shield. Did it hurt to see her go? Hell yes. She was his best friend- his handler for so long- and he would never see her again. But he wouldn't show the pain. Not to her- and certainly not to the agent picking her up. His eyes softened only for the briefest moment, before they became like piercing steel once more. Someday, he'd get over the loss- just as he had Father Vittorio. He closed and locked the door,and waited for her to start moving.
The proper English woman regained her composure, and shrugged on her jacket. She took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Then, they were heading down the hall. Down the elevator. Out to the waiting black car. She had to be like him now- professional, regardless of her feelings. A while ago, 47 had practically forced the Agency to have her stay as his handler- but there was nothing he could do for her now. Being compromised meant immediate termination. 47 knew this as much as she did. This was to be their last goodbye, and they couldn't even act like friends as they did so.
The agent exited the black car and opened the door for her. "Ms. Burnwood. Mr. 47." He greeted each in turn politely. He motioned Diana into the car. Once inside, he closed the door and returned to his own.
Diana looked out the darkened window with a frown."Goodbye, 47.." she said softly- not even audible to her driver, and fought back the desire to cry.
The car went out of sight before 47 headed back inside- and he was safely inside his abode before he spoke to himself, leaning heavily on the door. "Goodbye, Diana."