Shanghai, China

47 waited patiently for the jet-black limousine that transported his target, Xiushi Zhang; a Chinese mobster that specializes in drug smuggling and other dirty business. Unfortunately for him, the Chinese government wants him dead. Fortunately for the clone assassin, they were willing to pay a high price to make sure Zhang and his partner wouldn't see the light of day again.

Sure enough, Zhang's partner was lying down, staring at the ceiling with a .45 ACP bullet between his eyes, along with his bodyguards that were dumped into the bay behind the establishment. But for Zhang, that day was like any other business day. Arrive at their meeting place, have guards check it out, go in, do business, and get rich.

Agent 47 saw the limousine stop in front of the building and seven bodyguards stepped out to check out the building in case it was a trap. Typical of a rich man, but there was a flaw in the security procedures. The target was left alone in the limousine with no over-paid meathead to block the bullet. 47 zoomed in on Zhang's head, and quickly fired one armor-piercing bullet.

Zhang sat in the car, holding his briefcase full of opium, thinking about how much money he would get and how he would spend it. Suddenly, he heard a loud crack and immediately saw a bullet hole in his window. Even though the window was triple-reinforced with bulletproof glass, Zhang took out his walkie-talkie and yelled at the bodyguards that he was being attacked.

Surprised, the expert marksman looked up from his scope and saw that the bullet only went through two of the three layers of bulletproof glass. Not good enough. 47 saw the seven bodyguards run onto the street, pull out their handguns, and starting shooting at the assassin while running towards his position. The experienced hitman quickly opened his case and deposited one of his RU-AP mines in it. 47 then ran and jumped to the building nearest him. Holding his sniper rifle in his left hand and the detonator in his right, he hid behind a rafter and watched the all seven bodyguards climb up to his previous position.

Being dumb as they were, they decided to investigate the briefcase that 47 left behind. 47 smiled at their stupidity, and pushed the detonator. All seven of the bodyguards were thrown back 8 feet from the explosion and were dead before they hit the ground.

Below in his limousine, Zhang saw the explosion on the roof and panicking, yelled at his driver to get his ass out of there. 47 wasn't going to let his target get away though. The clone hitman looked into his scope as the limo was picking up speed. Quickly, 47 put 2 shots in each of the tires on one side of the car. The wheels popped, causing Zhang to lurch to the right and hit his head on the window.

Light suddenly came back to Zhang's eyes and all he could think about was, "What the hell happened?" He put a hand to his head and felt a bump, when he noticed the bald-headed assassin opening the door and pointing a handgun right in his face. Zhang panicked when he saw his driver dead with a bullet to the head, and started begging for his life. The shot echoed around the empty street as 47 left his victim behind, blood stained on the expensive genuine leather seats.

Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean

Agent 47 was once again on a plane, traveling over 500 miles an hour away from China, as he read a Chinese newspaper documenting the murder of Xiushi Zhang. Satisfied, that the government did a decent cover-up by blaming rival gangs, 47 looked out the window and saw the full moon's reflection off of the salty ocean below. The hitman nearly dozed off when his cell phone went off and startled the nearby passengers.

Diana's voice came on over the phone while an angry stewardess yelled at 47 to turn off his cell phone.

"Good job, 47. It seemed like you ran into a bit of trouble. It turns out that we've got a couple of difficult assignments for you."

"Just send me the briefing for the highest paying contract." 47 whispered into his cell phone, and turned it off.

Location Unknown

A good 12 hours later, 47 opened his package containing the data disk for his briefing after disposing a particularly nosy mailman. He slipped it into his laptop and the familiar blue background of the ICA briefing screen lit up.

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