10th and last chapter! :D Everyone have a great New Year's!
Cold sweat, once again, running down his face. He prayed no one found him, but this fell on deaf ears. The train was possibly the most dangerous place he could be at that point in time. He heard rustling outside the door, powerless to stop it. Clenching his teeth as a powerful contraction tore through him with no mercy. Without warning, a guard broke down the door. His soulless, obedient eyes locking onto his.
It made no difference if the victim was helpless and giving birth. He was one of The Constant's mindless drones. No sooner was he about to reach for his automatic, the assassin snuffed him out first with a specialized ICA issued stinger pen. It was compact, quick and effective. This however, did not slow the progression of his contractions. If anything, the adrenaline rush aided in speeding up the process. It felt as though his insides were being torn to shreds. Driving his teeth deeper into the tough leather of his belt.
47 attempted to remain vigilant of his surroundings, despite the strain of having his focus split both ways. He bore down, feeling another contraction reeking its havoc. Suddenly, a rush dampness is felt between his legs, signaling his water had finally broken. The thin panned windows did little to keep out the frigid temps on the other side. Just then, Knight's voice finally returned. Crackling over the earpiece.
" I've managed to pinpoint the train's location. It should be pulling into the station within the hour. I've alerted emergency crew-"
"Knight, there's no time! (inadvertently cutting him off) baby's crowning"
A pang of guilt filled his chest. He never meant to be so brusque. But considering his current circumstance, one could say it was almost understandable. He was beginning to think neutralizing Edwards was a distant fantasy. The assassin hears yet another familiar crackle over the earpiece.
"47, I know this isn't the best moment to tell you this. But intel suggests The Constant is in the cab just beyond that door. You two stay safe, we're almost there"
Even in the midst of labor, it warmed the assassin's heart that his colleague, for lack of a better word. To hear such kindness extended to not just him, but his son. It showed that Knight wasn't your typical ICA robot. The assassin could feel the baby descending further, pain was indescribable. Perhaps bullet wounds were the lesser evil after all. It felt so odd, him being so vulnerable. It was always the other way around.
"Thanks, Knight"
He could feel as the baby's shoulders pass slowly. Making sure his thick leather belt masked the pained screams. He slammed his eyes shut, another unforgiving contraction succeeded in finally freeing him. New, and incredible fragile lungs, being used for the first time. 47 threw back his head in pure exhaustion, through it all, even in the face of certain death. Seeing and hearing his son at long last, made it all worth it.
"Shh..shh, it's okay sweetheart"
The barcode tatted assassin spoke as softly as he knew how. Scooping his tiny body up off the cruel cold floor of the old train cab. Diana may have been gone from their lives forever, but he knew within his heart of hearts, it was better off that way. With preterm deliveries, they always carried risks. But through something, the skilled assassin could only describe as a miracle. The baby boy pulled through just fine. His father's steel blue eyes. A very faint trace of Diana's red hair in soft tufts. Sadly, the father/son bonding moment was cut short.
"Sir, get ready! Just got word Edwards' coming through that door!"
"What the Hell is all thi- (he immediately freezes when surveying what's in front of him) ..47..*haha*..I didn't think bringing babies to work was that essential"
He chided sarcastically. He hushes the fussy newborn, bringing him closer to his chest. Peering down at his classic silverballer at his hip, giving a weak smile.
"On the contrary, Mr. Edwards. This' a learning moment for him"
Giving a tired, but willing smart-ass smirk. He attempted to shield his son's tiny ears with his free hand. With that, The Constant found a hole in his forehead, somehow the assassin didn't think he found the humor in that. Knight's overenthusiastic voice broke over again.
"You're nearly at the station! Glad you finally took the trash out"
47 smiles down upon his sweet baby boy. He vowed after this moment came. He would be hanging up his suit and silverballer for good.
"As am I. But just let ICA know, my days in sanitation engineering are over"