Hitman 3
Redemption
Order 1
If I go crazy will you still call me...
A voice came over the head set, filled with static yet still easily made out "Alpha, commence operation" The SWAT officer nodded as he gestured with his hand, slowly walking into the hallway followed by four others, clutching their weapons steadily. Their approach was none to silent, inside the apartment the killer was straightening his tie and locked his briefcase in a hurry. The SWAT officer was now silently reaching for the door knob as another held a flash grenade ready. Both gave a nod as the door was opened and the pin was pulled. However the bald man had pulled a pin of his own and tossed just as the door opened, barely a second later the blinding light had stunned the men, the second just about ensured escape. When the men finally regained their senses the finely dressed man was gone, drapes billowing from the wind of an opened window. They hollered down the stairs where several other operatives were running outside in search, the men already at the apartment made a quick sweep inside before dashing out them selves. Another moment passed within the room before a vent overhead burst open, the hitman crawling out and rolling silently onto the ground. He had bought some time, and used it to press against the doorframe and take a quick glance outside, gripping his briefcase before running out into the hallway, kicking open the fire escape and running madly up the stairs. When he finally arrived to the roof he took another quick glance about before sprinting to the edge of the rooftop, leaping off onto another.
Little did he know that a sniper posted on the building opposite of the apartment building had his rifle trained out of a window. His finger squeezing the trigger before a thin wire caught around his neck and quickly killed him. Behind him in the shadows of the room stood a teen twirling the handle around until he caught it and slid it into his inner coat pocket then as quietly as he came he vanished. Back at agency headquarters an operator sat in a dark room, behind her came another woman "Any word from 49 yet Clera?" She glanced back and shook her head slumly "unfortunately no Diana, but according to the GPS he is easily keeping up with 47, though tracking him would be much harder if we weren't already tracking 49" The dark haired woman nodded silently as she sat next to Clera "so Ort Meyer made another..." Static came over the radio a moment before a voice sounded "49 here, target is attempting to find another home base, local law enforcement had discovered his previous roost, will continue with assignment until contacted and ordered otherwise by level alpha clearance, over and out" Diana stared at the com and glanced over to Clera "That was him?" The blonde woman only nodded slightly "yea, right on the dot every hour, he's amazing, just like the legend" She sighed slightly "He sounds even colder than 47, how much is he getting for the hits he takes?" Clera thought a moment "...none"
"None!? Why is he doing assignments then at that young of an age!?" Clera only smiled "Simply because its what he was created to do, it's his nature, he only requests one thing from us in return" Diana had been confused before but now she was simply baffled. Clera finally answered "He asks only that he has full freedom from us, whatever funding he receives is immediately sent to another account for a woman who is hospitalized" Diana glanced over the monitors, the GPS monitoring system showed 49 with Ort Meyer's symbol in a lightly pulsing crimson. She sighed as she rubbed her eyes "you know he is actually amazingly cute for a kid" She stared up at her co worker "Clera! He's just a boy!" She nodded, a light blush noticeable on her features "yes, but he is just so handsome and charming..." Diana sighed as she brushed her hair away "Clera we're controllers, we're not allowed to fraternize with the agents" She sighed deeply, blushing "yea but still, you know that my husband hasn't been having any moments..." Diana tilted her head and shook it, muttering under her breath. That's when a thought came up "who's the girl the funding go to?" Clera lifted her gaze up and brought out an envelope from her desk "Her name is Rachel Knight, apparently from what I can understand she found him shortly after 47 decimated Ort Meyer's legacy in that asylum, he was hurt and she nursed him back to health... that's when a few rather nasty organizations that had loaned to Meyer came planning on using 49... there was a fire fight and now she's in a coma she may never wake up from..."
Diana could only follow that emblem of crimson with her gaze as she heard this heart wrenching story "so... he's just like 47... Ort Meyer's greatest flaw in his super clones... he could make a man... but he couldn't erase their emotions..."