Deep Throat sat in the bedroom he shared with his wife. She was currently asleep, a side effect of treatment for her cancer. She slept a lot. But she was alive. Deep Throat, or Kevin as his wife had always known him by, reflected as he always did while watching his wife sleep.

He was once a resource procurement agent at a large materials warehouse. His customers would call, asking for various building materials, and he would locate them. He had worked that job for 40 years, finally retiring at the age of 70; a little later than most but he truly enjoyed the work. It wasn't even 6 months after he retired that his wife of 50+ years was diagnosed with aggressive bone cancer. He had scrambled to try and find work to bring in some money to pay for the treatment, but no one wanted to hire an old man. He sold whatever he could to try and help, but it was quickly becoming all for not. Until one day, while reading a magazine he had stolen from a local gas station, there was an article about an FBI bust of a ring of assassins. These men were all contracted by this one company, whom called them selves Dead For You. These men at DFY, would take in requests for people to be eliminated, then contact various different hit-men to get the job done. They would then take a cut off the top for their brokerage services and move on to the next contract. This intrigued Kevin, as he had been quite handy with the computers at work as well as the phones. The company he previously worked for prided themselves on security and Kevin had learned quite a bit on how the system worked. Seeing no other option, as a desperate man who was not too long for this world anyways, he decided he would become a handler. That raised another problem, how would he get someone to work with him. The same magazine also provided the answer as well. It had an article that was discussing the deaths of various criminals and mob leaders all over the world. The article claimed that there must be a gang war going on somewhere to cause this, but Kevin saw the trend the media couldn't see. Despite 7 men all being dead, none of their subordinates had been killed along with them. In each instance, only the leader was killed. This gave Kevin an idea. Stealing what he needed, he set up a work station in the basement of his house, someplace his wife couldn't walk to given her condition. From there he placed a fake ad, requesting someone to kill a known drug lord with minimal collateral damage as to not alert the police. He specifically requested that the assassin make it look like a member of the gang did it. And after a few days, Kevin was contacted by a man who called himself 47.

The phone call was brutal, with Kevin, now calling himself Deep Throat and using a voice changer, explaining how he knew the pattern of killings by 47, and expressed a desire to work with him. The man called 47, had gone on a tirade, explaining how if Deep Throat even attempted to blab, well, the images that were described were not something Kevin wanted to remember. After some careful explaining, 47 agreed to Deep Throats proposal, provided Deep Throat could get him good paying jobs. And thus a partnership was born.

The phone rang from the basement. Kevin walked down and answered.

"Pete's Pizzeria"

"It's 47. I need you to check something for me"

"Again? You remember what happened the last time you had me look something up for you? My office still smells"

"Put a lid on it. You're not hacking into the CIA, this one is a little less secure. I need you to check into a name. Rebecca. Location, New York City. Start with the NYPD database"

"Seems like a vague request, probably won't get you anything. And the NYPD is quite secure I'll have you know"

Val chucked at Deep Throat's admission before continuing.

"Funny you should say that. Rebecca is Two Hands first name. Something has been bugging me about this job. I feel like we haven't been told all the information. And now she's gone into labor early, so if I'm gonna grab her, the time is fast approaching. I need all the info before I do"

"Alright. I can try to look cross reference the name with her physical description"

"Thanks. 47 out"

Kevin set down the phone and went about checking the information. He got up and left while the computer was processing the data. When he came back an hour later and saw the message on screen. After skimming all that the computer had provided him, he went to find a wastebasket to throw up into.

XXXXXX

47 was sitting in his room, smoking when his cell rang.

"47"

"I found something..."

Deep Throat paused. After not continuing, 47 pressed him for more.

"Well, what did you find?"

Another pause, before Deep Throat answered.

"I was sifting through the NYPD database like you suggested, trying to see if there was a criminal record for her. There was"

"And?" 47 asked, clearly angered by Deep Throat's continued pauses.

"You're not gonna like it"

"Just spit it out already!"

"A young girl named Rebecca Lee was taken into custody for running away. Based on records she would have been 11 or 12. The photo they have on file matches what I would assume is a younger Two Hands; hair and all. There is a record of officer Micheal Holmes engaging her on the street and taking her to the holding cell. But then after that nothing. There is no record of an interrogation, of charges being filed, or of her release"

Deep Throat paused, not wishing to continue. But 47 grunted, forcing him on.

"I looked into the information on Holmes, and it says he was fired for allegations of misconduct with detained minors. The rape kind. He was never tried because there was never enough information to go on. According to Internal Affairs notes, it was believed that some other officers destroyed it. I also looked into her family, now knowing her name. According to social services, her mother died when she was young, and her father was a alcoholic ex cop who beat her constantly. The day after Rebecca was arrested, her father was found dead in their apartment. He had been shot in the head with his old service revolver; a pillow used as a makeshift silencer. The gun was wiped clean so there were no prints to go on, so no one was ever arrested for the murder, but it was believed Rebecca did it. She spent the next few years in and out of prison for theft and assault. Allegedly she got stabbed in prison and had damage to her stomach. She also spent time at several group homes, none lasting for more than a few weeks. After that, the information on her goes cold"

"What the fuck..." 47 whispered, his cigarette falling out of his mouth. He couldn't believe this.

"There's more" Deep Throat continued. "I also ran the phone number that was on your instructions. It belongs to a burner phone, so no formal contact information. But I was able to track where it was bought. Hacking the camera system memory, I was able to get a visual on who bought it. I ran his face through the FBI's facial recognition software and got a hit quickly. The man who bought the phone, and most likely ordered this job, is the captain of the officer who raped Rebecca. Former NYPD Captain Vic Gigante, one of the men who is under investigation by the NYPD"

There was a long pause as both men sat in silence, unsure of what to say. This changed the entire job. 47 was the first to speak.

"So what you are telling me, its that our client wanted us to capture his former subordinates rape victim, who just happens to be Two Hands, and have us bring her back to New York for him?"

"It appears so"

Val paused again, fighting the urge to scream in anger.

"Well fuck that!" Val spit out.

"What?" Deep Throat asked.

"I'm not doing it" Val replied.

"Why not?" Deep Throat challenged.

Another pause before Val continued.

"I've done a lot of horrible things in my life, and I mean a lot. But this is over the line by a mile. After that job in Russia, I swore to never do anything that terrible to anyone one undeserving ever again. I won't do it"

"But the money-"

"Fuck you! Is money all you care about? When we were just eliminating other criminals, that was fine. We could pretend that what we were doing was a quote unquote good deed. This... we are taking a new mom away from her kid so that she can probably be raped over and over by her former rapist!"

Deep Throat opened his mouth to rebut 47's claims, but stopped. While he couldn't be sure, he had suspected that 47 had suffered mentally from that job in Russia. Deep Throat preferred not to think about the work they did, only the money they made. It's what allowed him to keep going through all the shit they did. But he knew, for someone like 47, they had to actually complete the work, not just hear about it.

"Then where do we go from here?" Deep Throat asked, knowing that he would lose this argument with 47. The man wasn't known to budge.

"I don't know. To be honest, I wish there was someone I could tell this to. Someone in a position to do more about this"

"Well the CIA knows we are here. Maybe you should just meet with them" Deep Throat joked.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do"

"WHAT!?"

"Hack into the CIA again, leave them a trail to the dummy account. But leave them my number"

"You can't be serious?" Deep Throat asked incredulously.

"I am. Contact Langley. Then disappear. Find a new contact"

"What?! Why?"

"Because I meet with them, I will probably get captured. They will probably force me to talk or kill me. And if they do get me to talk, I'm not gonna bring you down with me. I'm the one who's going to blow this mission, so it's better if you are as far removed as possible. It's been an honor working with you, Deep Throat. 47 out"

47 hung up the phone, laying back into the bed. All this time. All this work to become what he was, gone. He knew he'd probably be dead within the week. But he now knew the truth. He wasn't going to do this to someone. He couldn't do this, not anymore. And one way or another, he would make sure that those rapists who had targeted Revy would pay. Even if it meant he had to do one final job, on Holmes and Gigante, or dance with the devil that was the CIA.

A/N: And here is the next chapter! Sorry it took so long, I don't have wifi at my house so I have to upload things at work after hours. I've got the next few chapters edited so I should get them up today. I have to fix a few things on the last chapters so they might not be up today, but I'm hoping that I can fix them quick and have the story finished today.