In the spirit of Mother's Day. Here's chapter 4! 😁 Thank you for reading!
A month had since passed. Putting the agent at around 9 weeks. Unless he were to take his dress shirt off, and you were paying close attention to his stomach. He didn't show at all.
His and Diana's relationship had become somewhat strained, she was too concerned with the probability of their copulation, and most importantly, product of said act, leaking out.
It was inevitable the ICA would be searching for a proxy once the assassin could no longer conceal his pregnancy. He was thin and fairly muscular. By month 6, there was simply no way he would be able to avoid being put on leave. Chasing and shooting contracts efficiently, carrying all the extra weight was surely to be a hindrance.
There was word of another high profile hit, a direct link to The Constant. While this was promising, it was, in itself, frustrating. It seemed he was always one step ahead, an endless search, wadding through connections until finally coming upon the brains of the operation.
"It's a simple contract, 47. The target is Frances Pike. A financial consultant to The Constant. Your payment will double if you can also get a hold of his client's files. We need to know if he has been laundering from the ICA to offshore accounts. Good luck"
He had to admit. The last bit surprised him, but perhaps she was putting on a facade. It wasn't uncommon for the ICA or another higher facility to patch through to his earpiece and listen in. In that case, it was business as usual. So putting on a little act was basically necessary.
This contract landed him in the vast, windswept hills of Aberystwyth. A small seaside town in Wales. While it was certainly a departure from Copenhagen, despite the stark difference in landscape. It seemed these contracts had a peculiar pattern.
They were predictable. Pike frequented a local small bar. No silly disguises, even a guard. His job was to lure the bartender away, overtaking duties. It was the perfect, so long as things went smoothly.
Feeling the crisp air brush against his stone-like face. He hangs back, watching as the target made hast and ducked inside the weather damaged watering hole.
With its paint chipping, and obvious signs of age. It almost seemed to suit the small town. Their iconic flag symbol of a red dragon, flying lazily in the salty sea air.
The assassin keeps his distance. Paying particular notice to the bar front. Like a moth to a flame, it seemed he was naturally drawn to this.
The bartender, in the process of toping a customer's mug. When Pike sat down in front of him. Making a very obvious exasperated sigh, that the poor man didn't just drop everything and cater to him.
"I'm very busy, sir. You'll just hafta wait 'ah moment, please"
He anxiously, not to mention reluctantly, informed his customer. The agent then decided to change course. Walking around the building until happening upon a cracked window to the backroom of the bar.
Throwing an empty bottle until it shattered against the wall. The noise, at last, catching the barkeeper's attention. He sighs irritably. Dropping his dish rag.
"Bloody Hell, now what?"
No sooner had he opened the door, 47 was right there, waiting against the frame on the side. He quickly subdues the young man, changing into his uniform and, once again, concealing him in a crate. He adjusts the shirt, buttons the cuffs and heads out towards the bar front.
"If this' the kind of service you offer, I'm not impressed"
He haughtily informs, whom he thought was the bartender. 47 smiled deviously while shaving off a layer of beer foam.
"My... apologies, Mr. Pike. Running a bar can be..murder"
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Snatching the mug like a frenzied Praying Mantis. Only this time, the poison wasn't an emetic. It only took a few seconds to kick in. Finally, the speedy service he was demanding.
His throat closing, he begins grasping his chest. His head heavily collapsing onto the bar top, dead. The agent smiled, plucking the folder beside him and quickly tucking it under his arm. Glancing down to momentarily rub the tiny swell hidden underneath white, buttoned shirt. Hearing a static crackling over his earpiece. He chuckled softly.
"I believe that's your mommy ready to inform me the money is being transferred to my account"