Disclaimer: I don't own a bald clone running around killing people. Just the story.


Hello 47, I'm pleased that you executed your previous contract successfully, although with a hitch or two. Your next assignment is to take out Calvin Smith, an arms dealer who is flying to Cuba. Smith will have to stop at Houston International Airport before he switches flights. There is where you will need to make the hit. If he gets away, there is no doubt that he will arrange a deal with the Cuban government. Our client absolutely wants to make sure that those weapons won't fall into the wrong hands. Good luck, 47.

Houston International Airport, Texas

47 turned off the engine of his black Mercedes and examined the airport. The experienced assassin considered his options. "If Smith is switching flights, then he'll be at the gates, but I need to get there without having to pass the metal detectors." 47 pulled out his trademark Silverballer pistol and looked at it. "Do I need my pistol?" He asked himself. 47 decided to bring it, in case he got into a firefight, he needed something for protection.

47 walked into the airport as inconspicuously as a 6-foot tall, bald-headed man with a barcode printed on the back of his head, could. For some reason, the hitman couldn't shrug off the feeling that he was being watched. Not by innocent standbyers, but by someone else.

Of course 47 was right. Outside the doors of the airport, a mysterious white-haired man watched the bald-headed assassin through a pair of binoculars. Because it was night, no one really noticed a tall albino using binoculars to observe his target.

47 looked around and saw escalators leading up to the security checkpoints. Somehow, he would have to make it through without suspicion. He looked towards the bathroom, and saw a security guard walk in. Slowly, the hitman followed.

Security Guard James Rutwell was having a crappy day. So far, he had to put up with a couple of passengers complaining about the security checkpoint. Besides that, he had an argument with his wife before leaving, and in his haste, forgot his coffee, which made him very grumpy and upset. Rutwell sighed as he walked into a stall and was about to relieve himself when he felt a needle puncture into his neck. He struggled, but then felt suddenly sleepy and peaceful. "Good night." He sleepily muttered as his consciousness slipped away.

No matter how many times he had stolen clothes from innocents, 47 hated it. The process was long and very risky. Should a witness see him, or if the clothes don't fit, or friends of the victim recognized him, it was simply risky. 47 quickly took off his coat, shirt, and tie, and wore the security guard's shirt. Now came the hard part, he had to switch pants with the sedated guard. 47 lifted up the guard's legs and slowly took off his pants. He then put the guards legs up on the toilet seat where he was sitting. Even though no one was watching him, 47 felt a sense of embarrassment.

A few minutes later, 47 folded his suit and put it under his shirt. He tightened his belt so it couldn't slip down into his pants. 47 then made the sedated guard sit on the toilet and put his feet down. Quickly, 47 walked out of the stall and closed it silently. He made sure no one was around, then slipped his arms underneath the door, and locked it. 47 tried casually walking by the stall to see if anything was wrong. Satisfied that no one would investigate the stall, 47 walked out of the bathroom and proceeded to the security checkpoint.

After walking around the checkpoint, 47 took out a photo of his target. It showed a white male with short, blond hair and a nervous smile. On the back, it stated facts about his target. About 5 foot 8, wears glasses, and has a scar on his right hand. 47 walked to the monitor where it listed all departure times. He found the one and only gate, and started walking casually towards the tram.

47 waited a minute or so before the tram arrived, he stepped in and saw two little children behind him stare at his barcode. The assassin slipped his cap a little lower so his barcode couldn't be seen. The hitman looked up and saw that he had arrived at terminals B16-B36. He stepped out and after a brief walk, he saw his target.

Calvin Smith was sitting in a worn leather chair next to a mother with a baby. Smith was impatiently waiting for his flight, and the baby crying next to him didn't help. He stood up, and headed to the bathroom.

47 saw Smith walk into the bathroom, when a running man bumped into him, and spilled his Starbucks coffee all over 47. The man started apologizing frantically, and was wiping 47 off with napkins. The hitman kept trying to walk away; in fact, the hot coffee didn't even burn. But the man was persistent in trying to apologize. By the time the whole ordeal was over, the assassin was sure that his chance was gone.

47 quickly walked into the bathroom, and saw Calvin Smith, dead, his throat slit. The hitman quickly got out of there, and ran into a curious albino.

"Oh, I'm sorry 47, did I just kill your target?" the white-headed man said casually.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want!" 47 asked with sort of an edge to his voice.

"Why, I'm just another clone. All I want is for you to join us."

"With the Franchise? I thought it was shut down."

"Of course it is, after you killed my brothers Purayah Jr. and Parchezzi, all of us saw that you are the superior clone. We don't care for the Franchise anymore, if you join us, we can take over."

47 stared at the albino clone in confusion. He slowly answered, "What if I don't?" The albino put on a grim smile, and said, "Then you better get out of the way." Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the bathroom where Smith's body lay. 47 was thrown sideways and landed in a heap. By the time he looked up, the albino was long gone.

47 cursed and started running to the tram. That was the second time he was caught off-guard by an albino's trap. Unfortunately for the hitman, as a safety precaution, all of the trams stopped. Frustrated, 47 pried open the doors using all his strength, and jumped onto the track. He flipped upside-down and started crawling along the rail. Looking down, he saw that the ground was a good 25 feet away. After a few minutes, 47 reached the next station. He turned himself over and balanced himself on the track. The strong hitman once again pried open the doors and flung himself inside. Luckily for him, no one noticed.

47 tried walking casually out of the airport. He reached his getaway car, and drove away.


Location Unknown

At his hideout, 47 decided to call Diana. Her voice came on, and she sounded worried.

"47, are you okay? I heard all about what happened at the airport. So far, no one suspects you did it. Since the target is indeed dead, you still receive the money."

"Diana, can you help me find out all about the Albino clones? I need some information. It seems that they are trying to 'take over'."

"I'm already ahead of you. In the meantime, I have a contract for you in Japan. Are you up for it?"

47 paused for a second, and then resolutely answered, "Always."


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