Silent Assassins
By Daelus
Disclaimer: I do not own Evangelion or Hitman.
Note: Trying to updating this fic on a daily basis is taken a toll on me. Especially during exams, so please be patient with me. If you're wondering why Gendo or Rei haven't appeared much in this fic, the reason is I totally forgot about them. But do not worry about it, I will fix the situations in the near future.
Chapter 5: Impenetrable Shield
Tokyo-2, Japan
August 6th, 2016
1700 hours
Yakuzo Hotel
"Hello sir, welcome to the Yakuzo Hotel. The best 5 stars hotels in the whole nation of Japan!" the receptionist hollered. "Is there anything I can help you sir?"
"Why yes." 47 answered. "I had reserve a room here, and I was wondering if it is available right now."
"Ok sir, let me check on the computer." The man said. With a few clicks on the computer keyboard, the screen showed up the guest reservations identifications. "Ah yes, Mr. Yamamoto, you had reserve a presidential suite. It is quite nice sir, I'll believe you will enjoy the stay there." He said again as he handed 47 his key card. "There you go sir, room number 213."
Not even with a thank you, the assassin took the key and was about to proceeds to his room but couldn't. The problem was, the receptionist had stopped him before he could.
"I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but I forgot to give you this." The man handed to 47 a basket full of complimentary foods. There wasn't anything really special in the basket: a few fruits, cookies, candies, and flowers. However, there was a bottle of Monte Cristo lying on the end of the basket. This was the only good thing that came from the package. "It is a part of traditions that we do… all guest that booked a presidential suite shall receive a complimentary fruit basket. You're the only one of the two that receives one today!" the man exclaimed.
"Oh really?" 47 queried, appearing to be ignorant of the information that was just told to him.
"That's right, this other guy, Romanov was his name I think. He's the other guy that also booked a presidential suite." The receptionist answered. "What a coincidence is that you just booked a room that was next to his! How funny is that! The chances of that is 1 in a million. Well, I won't delay you any longer Mr. Yamamoto have a good stay at Yakuzo Hotel!"
Without replying to the man, 47 headed to his hotel room. The information he had received was indeed useful. The fact that the target's room is right next to his make the job a whole lot easier.
Tokyo-3, Japan
August 6th, 2016
1710 hours
Nerv Hospital Ward
"Alright Asuka, we're been through this for the last past hour. I think it is time for you to stop playing around with me." The doctor commented. You see, when Asuka told her guardian she had saw Shinji in the restaurant, her guardian immediately contacted Dr. Akagi about the incident. And what did the doctor say? Well send the girl to a psychiatrist of course! Now, our good doctor is going through living hell of trying to make Asuka telling the truth.
"I'm telling you! I did indeed saw Shinji. I have been telling the truth the whole time now." The girl replied. "I'm not crazy you know."
"I'm not saying you are crazy, you just assumed that I thought you were." The man commented. "Now Asuka… let's forget about Shinji right now. How about we change the subject? How about we talk about your parents?"
"What about them?" she asked.
"Well, I would like to know to know you feel about your parents, that's all." The good doctor replied.
"Well they were just someone that I lived with that's all." The girl said with evidence of irritation on her face.
The doctor (lets call him Dr. Seuss) noticing the change of expression of her face scribbled something down on his notepad. With that done, he kept pressing onto the matter. "Come on Asuka, you have to tell me more than that. Because if you don't, I'll put you down as mentally unstable patient; and you definitely know what that means."
Yes, she did definitely know what that means. In Nerv, it is required that all employees, including pilots, have a mentally sable mind. And if they don't, let's just saying they will be seeking another job soon. In this case with Asuka, she will be suspended as the pilot of Unit-02. Knowing she was defeated, the redheaded girl gave in. "Fine…"
"Good." Seuss replied. He now has a wide grin on his face. "Now that you'll talk more, we'll continue with this session. So Asuka…what do you think of your parents?"
Tokyo-2, Japan
August 6th, 2016
1711 hours
Yakuzo Hotel
As 47 strolled slowly into his room, he surveyed the surrounding area to make notes on the number of guards and escape routes. So, 2 guards in front of the door. And it seems there also another 2 inside. There are 3 guards at the end of the hallway, and 1 at the elevator. 47 thought. This mission wasn't going to be easy like he thought it would be. So, with this many guards around, running straight into the room is out of the question…there must be an easier way in.
As if Heaven above has answer his wish, the doorbell rang at that moment in time. "Room service." He heard the man behind the door said. Perfect. He thought. After opening the door, the room service guy came in with a tray of food. "Ok, there's a lobster meal, a strawberry cheese cake, and a bottle of wine her for you. I hope you enjoy your food Mr. 47." The man said. Finishing delivering the food to the guest, he proceeds out of the room. Only to felt something clamped around his nose and mouth. Slowly his eyes closed shut, and his body slipped into a state of unconsciousness.
After closing the anesthetic bottle, the assassin drag the unconscious body into his restroom. A few minutes later, out come 47 in the hotel's service uniform. The next part of the mission was to get the food for his "client".
Arriving at the kitchen, he picked up the cart that was supposed to be delivered to room 212. Making sure no one was around, 47 dump a portion of poison into the man's food. The next step would be a cinch.
Somewhere near Kyoto, Japan
August 6th, 2016
1712 hours
Exact locations unknown
Looking through his binoculars, the hired man surveys the number of men on the ship. "Ok, 2 guards on the deck, 3 on the bridge, and 1 outside the ridge. Should be simple enough." The man said to himself. Looking at his watch, the figure calculated it would be 1 more minute before ship will enter the loading dock.
The one-minute had passed, and the huge cargo shipped had finally stopped at its destinations. Figuring now would be a good time, the figure slowly advance onto the dock. Walking closer and closer, the man was about to sprint to the side of the dock when he heard a *click* behind him.
"Freeze fucker." He heard the guard said. "Now put your hands in the air and turn around." The guard ordered.
Not wanting to die this instant. The figure a.k.a. John followed the man's order. Turning around to face the guard, he can see that the sentry was no older than 27. It is a shame that he will not live to be 28.
"Good, now what are you doing here?" the sentinel asked.
John didn't reply. Instead his face expression switches into a huge grin. The man in front of him wouldn't even know what'd hit him.
"What you smiling at!?" the guard yelled. Again, John didn't replied. Instead, his smile got wider. The guard, seeing this, raised the butt of his gun; intent on hitting the man in front of him. Taking advantage of the man's actions; John whipped out his titanium blade and jab it into the man's throat. Twisting the knife, the sharp end of the knife slices off the man's esophagus. For a few short seconds, the guard gasps for air. Only it was too late, and his body slumped into the hard concrete. Knowing the guard was as good as dead; John resumes his way to the dock ahead of him.
Slipping on his wet suit and air mask, he then dived into the water. Gliding slowly under the water, he was silent as a fish. The ship getting closer and closer, he readied himself for the onslaught ahead of him.
Tokyo-2, Japan
August 6th, 2016
1720 hours
Yakuzo Hotel
Hearing the screams from the guards next door to him, 47 assumed the target had indeed been eliminated. Seeing the mission has been accomplished, 47 picked up his bag and began to travel to the elevator. Leaving the room, he had made sure that every pieces of evidence had been wiped clean. No one would have notice that he was even there.
Arriving at the main hall, he casually walks down the stairs as if he was just a regular guest leaving the hotel. With his sensitive ears, 47 can hear the sirens of the cops closing by. Knowing not to worry, he resumes his slow pace of walking out of the hotel.
Everything in room 212 was wiped clean. All traces of food, cloths, and equipments have been destroyed. And there was no need to worry about the victim, the poison he had receive will completely dissolved from his system in a few short minutes. 47 had done his job as wiping the evidence clean.
But there is one problem. A big one in fact, something that he should have done but didn't. Something he had left at the scene of the crime that would surely traced the murder to him. He had left something very important…
His fingerprints…
Well that's the end of this chapter. Sorry for the delay, it's just I had to many papers and projects to do this week. So I didn't had the time like I usually have to write the next chapter. Read and Review! _Daelus.