Very sorry for such a delay in chapter 5. Damn writer's block lol. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for reading. Reviews are very much appreciated.
It was unusual for the ICA to go an extended period without a high profile hit popping up on their radar. An astounding three months, 47 carried out smaller assignments. However, the agent was now fast approaching the tail end of his second trimester. The Constant was always one step ahead, it seemed regardless of the endless connections, the light at the end of the tunnel remained forever elusive.
He was shocked, to say the least. That the ICA had yet to sideline him. Perhaps his medical files did stay within the confines of the facility. Then again, it was rather improbable they hadn't gotten notice. And foolish of the agent to entertain such an outlandish thought. Like his predecessors, after a pregnancy was discovered, they were immediately forced on leave. Contrary to his previous prediction concerning his condition being a hindrance, surprisingly this proved not to be the case.
Granted, he wasn't quite as nimble leaping over hedges and ducking behind pillars. However, somehow, his assignments were always completed in a proper professional fashion. The assassin discovered he was expecting a baby boy. Every detail of his job, even down to his pregnancy, was scrutinized. Which made it such a shock when the agent was able to seek out a private physician to oversee his condition. Without any interference from the ICA.
Recent acquired documents suggested The Constant had a base in Siberia. If he could infiltrate it, and snuff out all his guards, they could possibly stand a chance at taking him down once and for all. Diana still wasn't completely onboard with impending parenthood. Though, it was a bit too late at this stage to turn back now. The agent found a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Feeling his son starting to stir about.
"Promise daddy you'll hold out until The Constant is taken care of"
He chuckles lightly. There was, unfortunately, a high chance the baby would arrive before his ultimate assignment. In the case of clones, it was rare, virtually unheard of, for one to carry to term. Most gave birth an astounding 3 to 4 weeks early. This, undoubtedly, brought about an unrelenting wave of dread for the illustrious assassin. A couple days shy of 27 weeks. He couldn't imagine, nor did he want to. The horror of delivering his baby boy so early. With this carried a high risk of developmental delay. To "combat" this, however. The facility put their agents children through a structured regimen.
Aiding with crawling, walking, with due diligence, to hit the milestones to reflect on par to their full term human counterparts. 47 refused to have his son forced into such a demeaning, almost tyrannic display. Even if Diana wasn't there to help, the assassin already made up his mind to tackle any possible birth complications head on. If the baby did have issues due to early delivery. He wouldn't rest until he could, to the best of his ability, help his son overcome these hardships.
As unreal as it seemed. 47 was now at 27 weeks, he noticed Dianna's behavior had shifted drastically during this time. The closer he got towards the end, the more peculiar and distant. Even his assignments seemed to be drifting off their main point. He wanted to say something, but it was too big of a risk.
"47..once you've gathered the necessary remaining documents and photographs in Copenhagen. Forward them to the ICA"
Right away this set alarm bells off. Seldom did Dianna order him to skip the middle man and go straight to the source. He would send her any crucial documents, once she saw fir, she would then send them to the facility. Perhaps it was actually nothing and he was, once again, needlessly fretting. However, also given her recent pattern shift. It wasn't a coincidence to say they didn't go hand-in-hand.
Despite all this, like an obedient clone, did as he was told. That night, once more in an unfamiliar motel, somewhere on the outskirts of Belarus. He attempted to drift off to sleep. The assignments, in combination of the onerous everyday struggles of pregnancy, left the assassin positively drained. He slipped off his dress shirt and tie, his 7 month swell draped over his boxers. Watching as a tiny foot briefly lashed out on his right side. He chuckled with a wince and crawled into bed. A hand protectively cradled his stomach.
An hour passes and he drowsily peers at his cell. Its bright screen showing the time of 3:00 am. He couldn't help but feel as though he was being watched. He clears his throat, hoping to fall back into a lull. But before he could do so, he felt what could only be described as a sharp needle prick in the back of his neck.
"Argh!"
He growled. Immediately wiping at the back of his neck. Eyes frantically scanning every corner of the room. Within a few short seconds, he felt as though he were slipping out of consciousness. He almost thought he heard Dianna's voice. But before his brain had a chance to process what was going on, he succumbed to complete blackout.