Killing Diana, despite being absolutely necessary. Had also thrown a wrench into 47's communication port. He will now no longer receive vital Intel in conjunction with his missions. "No matter", he thought. The ICA had been known to recruit outsiders, rare yes, but not completely unheard of. As in the case of Olivia Hall. There was a chance he could put in a request for either Knight or Stone to verbally guide him the rest of the way. They were practically on The Constant's doorstep as it were.
The assassin put in a few queries to the agency. It was short notice, but perhaps they could swing it. His saving grace came through when Knight answered the call. It would take some getting used to. Nothing could entirely replace a 20+ year working relationship. Be that as it may, this was only temporary anyways. Once The Constant was neutralized, he would be stepping away from assassination for good, spending all his time and energy into raising his son.
"47, this may be a difficult assignment. Especially considering your condition (Knight's voice broke over his earpiece. Anxious sounding) but we need to get a hold of those Belarus files. It should give us the exact location of The Constant"
The agent gave a heavy sigh. It wasn't exactly a cut-n-dry mission. There was a high security office building containing the files. Not to mention the cameras hidden around every corner. He had to be diligent, and above all, cunning.
"Good luck, sir"
The assassin found himself sporting a small smile.
"Thanks, Knight. I'll need all the luck I can get"
The cold air whipped in a frenzy, stinging the assassin's face. But the building was within his sights. Outside, the guards worked on rotation. The cameras not missing a beat, its sensitive red light flickering as it kept track of any and all unusual presence. Surrounding the building, and its guards, was a line of barbed wire fencing. If he wasn't in his current state, he had half a mind to climb it. However, that would, of course, pose too much of a risk. He spots a small guard station on the outskirts.
Silently crouching and moving swiftly behind the parked cars near it. Hearing the faint crackling of the station radio grow louder. Carefully, he peers from behind a small black sedan. It seemed the guard had actually fallen asleep, what luck. Inch by inch, the pregnant assassin moves in closer. He could feel his son starting to stir, but now was not the time to become distracted.
He was thankful the man had fallen asleep in his chair, he was in no condition to drag unconscious bodies to later be hidden. With one lightning fast motion, the guard was incapacitated. 47 quickly throws on the uniform, remaining diligent the guard remained completely knocked out. Suddenly, he hears the old radio spring to life from its usual drone.
"Hasek? Hasek, you there?"
A voice broke over the speaker. The agent's heart leapt into his throat. If they didn't receive a response, would garner someone to come investigating. As swiftly as he possibly could, given the circumstances. He departed the station, still ducking in the shadows. Even with the new disguise, he couldn't risk the cameras catching him on film. Locating and destroying the evidence would eat into what little time he had.
"Hey man, lookin' good"
Good, it seemed even the guards themselves were none the wiser. The assassin kept his gaze forward. Navigating through the narrow, short halls. He spots a camera in the far right corner. Using instinct, he was able to suss out anyone that was possibly approaching. Swiftly using his silencer, he disables the camera. Unfortunately, the resounding ping of the gunshot was heard from a room obstructed from view by the wall. Voices swiftly follow.
"Shit"
He muttered. Ducking into a nearby doorway, a small flight of stairs leading to the second story. Looking around feverishly for cameras possibly lurking in the corners. It was only a matter of time until they were alerted to the unconscious guard in the station. He had to locate that filing cabinet as soon as possible.
"47, intel suggests the files are located in the room just ahead of you on your left-hand side. The small desk should contain the key for it in the drawer"
The assassin's fingertips brush his earpiece.
"Thanks Knight"
He hurries inside, steel blue eyes locking onto the cabinet propped against the far wall. Beside it, just like Knight said, was the desk. His ears suddenly pick up the sound of rustling outside. Rooting through the top drawer until he found what he was looking for. Just then, Knight's voice broke over his earpiece.
"Hurry! There's a couple guards heading up the stairs"
The assassin could feel a cold bead of sweat run down his forehead. He managed to pop the cabinet drawer open, spotting a manila folder with CONFIDENTIAL stamped across its front. He swiftly tucks it inside his suit jacket. Making an exit out the nearby window, carrying the extra weight certainly made this otherwise simple task burdensome. But, by the skin of his teeth, he managed to escape.
Under the cloak of darkness, he carefully slunk across the roof. Getting to ground level was the real challenge. He could hear muffled voices from the open window, this causing his heart to race. The agent stumbles upon an old metal drainage pipe alongside the building. It was rather difficult to navigate around his belly, but somehow he managed. Cautiously climbing down until the sweet relief of gravel crunched beneath his feet. Still keeping vigilant to remain hidden in the shadows. He gave a small smile and briefly rubbed his stomach, feeling his son nudge the palm of his hand.
"Okay, we're going"