Apologizes this chapter is so short. I hope its enjoyable. Thank you for reading.
"Agh...God"
The assassin groaned. His eyes barely adjusting to the harsh lights practically blinding him. But wait, this wasn't his motel room. It was stark white, almost like a hospital. Suddenly, he hears a faint voice. Eyes widen in a panic upon realizing his arms are restrained and he's attached to IV drips.
"Oh good, you're awake"
The voice became more intense and clear.
"Diana?"
He responded somewhat groggily. He felt as though he were in a dream sequence, was this really happening? He could see a petite figure approaching his bedside, a syringe in their grasp. The light reflecting off its needle. She gives an unsettling smile.
"Don't exert yourself too hard, 47. It'll all be over soon"
Her tone was now replaced with one of malevolence. His loyal handler had now become the enemy. Perhaps she had uncovered what befall her parents, maybe even colluding with The Constant himself. Either way, this wasn't the Diana Burnwood he knew, and dare say, loved. The agent felt an ice cold chill run down his spine, knowing what had to be done. In order to save him and his son's life, meant ending hers.
"Yes..it will"
Flashing her an almost knowing smile. As if she was playing the part of a humanitarian, Diana loosened his restraints. Making him believe she was having mercy on him before the lethal cocktail could be injected. Little, did even she know, he had her number. The assassin made sure to make quick order of grabbing the syringe when her guard was down, and as momentary luck would have it. Now was his chance.
With lightening speed, his hand grasped her wrist with iron grit. Distracted, she immediately drops the needle. Like an eagle, the assassin struck. Diana felt the air evacuate her lungs in one fail swoop. A sharp needle prick in her right arm, she was speechless. How was she so oblivious and stupid? His icy blue eyes observed intently, the handler gave one final gasp.
"How could you?"
With that, she was gone. He and his baby were safe, to an extent. He still needed to bring down The Constant. Wasting no time, he pours through the files laid out on the desk beside him. It was strategics and whereabouts of Arthur Edwards. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the ICA's biggest threat was highly secured. He gives a heavy sigh, glancing back at Dianna's lifeless body one last time.
A part of the assassin felt a pang in his heart. He actually wished he didn't have to end her life, but her actions, jeopardizing their son's life. It was a necessary evil, in a manner of speaking. He shoves some of the documents in the inside pocket of his suit. Suddenly, he felt his son stir. Bringing him momentary fleets of comfort.
"I only did what was necessary"