Disclaimer: I don't own hitman, just the story.
Hello, 47. Your next assignment will put you in Japan. A rich businessman named Himura Tanaka is opening a samurai-based theme park. Rumor has it Tanaka is using the theme park to secretly abduct children for his own sick needs. Most of the park is already complete, but some are closed to the public. Our client wants you to take him out and retrieve the rights to the park so it can be shut down. I also have reason to suspect that a local assassin is after the same target. Be careful, 47.
Okinawa, Japan
As 47 stepped into the theme park, the sounds of children laughing and playing greeted his ears. The assassin walked over to an info booth and picked up a park map. Even though it was in Japanese, the multilingual hitman could understand what it said. From the looks of it, Tanaka would probably be in the highest part of the park's main attraction, a life-sized, 12th century castle. Even though the top floor was inaccessible to the pubic, 47 always found a way into restricted areas.
The sun shined brightly on the bald assassin as he started for the castle and saw that it was a short walk away. Among all of the small Japanese families and children, 47 stood out like a ninja among samurai. 47 did the best he could to avoid curious glances from small children and raised eyebrows from park officials.
Within 3 minutes, he had reached the castle and saw a board with times for tours. He saw a tour that started at 1:00, and casually glanced at his watch. Simply a 10-minute wait before the hitman would be allowed into the castle. 47 walked to a nearby bench and sat down, watching the enthusiastic children run about, pointing to different statues and rides, candy melting in their hands. The sight of all the children playing brought him back to his childhood. He remembered that his childhood was nothing but training and experiments. Suddenly, 47 felt very hollow inside.
The feeling quickly passed when the assassin glanced over to his right and saw a group of people forming. 47 quickly got in line, and the tour started. The castle inside looked like it came out of a textbook, decorated exactly to its time period. The experienced hitman knew that the tour would only get him in the castle, not to his target. 47 looked around and saw a bathroom. The assassin raised his hand and said, "I need to use the bathroom." In nearly perfect Japanese. The tour guide nodded his head, and 47 went into the bathroom.
Inside, 47 looked around and saw a window. Perfect. He looked around and made sure no one was there before he climbed out. 47 looked up and saw a drainpipe to his left. The nimble hitman leaped over and grabbed it. Climbing, 47 prayed that no one would notice. As a roller coaster behind him screamed by, the assassin started climbing faster in the hope to avoid suspicion.
When 47 got to the top, he turned to his right and started inching his way forward on a small wooden ledge that was almost too small. He came across a covered window and put his ear to it. Listening intently, 47 heard that no one was in the room. The hitman then slowly pulled open the window and silently snuck in. He looked up and saw a male, black-clad ninja staring right at him.
47 couldn't tell who he was exactly because the ninja was wearing a half-face mask, and even though his hair was in a ponytail, his bangs came down near his eyes.
"47-san, we finally meet. I have heard many things about you. Even about how we're after the same man. I have a proposition for you. How about we fight to the death for the honor of killing Tanaka-san?" the ninja asked in a light, but serious tone.
Replying, 47 queried, "Alright, but what are the conditions?"
"Ah, I'm glad you ask. If you look around, you can see that we're in a dojo. To the right of you is a rack of various katana, or swords. We will fight here using our swordsmanship. Oh, and don't worry, since Tanaka-san loves swords, this is his personal dojo. Meaning the walls are soundproof. Please, choose your weapon."
Eyeing the assassin carefully, 47 walked over to the rack and chose a mid-sized katana, known as a kodachi. The rival assassin unsheathed a full-length katana and charged at 47.
The ninja chose to strike with a vertical swing. 47 kept his posture and parried it, and then swinging around, the bald assassin executed a horizontal swing towards the ninja's neck. The nimble assassin ducked and thrust his blade up at 47's face. 47 stepped back, avoided the thrust, and swung at him again.
Both assassins seemed to be equally matched and were still fighting for 5 minutes. 47 was annoyed and decided to end the match now. The ninja did a 360-degree spin to build up centrifugal force and horizontally swung at 47's neck. 47 dropped his kodachi and performed a successful blade-catch. The strong hitman wrenched the katana from the ninja's hands, spun around and slit the assassin's throat.
Blood now pooling on the mats, 47 picked up his blade and put it back on the rack. To the casual eye, it seemed the ninja had committed suicide. 47 walked out of the dojo and heard a man muttering a few doors away. Looking around, 47 saw that there were no guards around. Silently sliding the door open, the assassin saw Tanaka sitting on a chair looking through some papers. 47 pulled out his trusted fiber wire and started sneaking towards his mark. The assassin winced visibly as a mat creaked under his weight. Before Tanaka could turn around, 47 quickly pulled his fiber wire over his target's head and started strangling him. Tanaka's arms flailed wildly, but eventually his motions faltered and stopped. Head back on the chair, Tanaka's blank eyes stared up at the ceiling.
47 looked around and saw a safe. He went over and saw it needed a key. The assassin searched Tanaka's dead body and found a key that fit perfectly. 47 opened the safe up and retrieved the rights to the park. The bald headed assassin slipped the papers in his jacket and proceeded to escape.
5 minutes later, 47 was out of the castle and walking out of the park. On the way out, the assassin stopped for some sushi and tipped the waiter generously. 47 drank the last of his tea, exited the small sushi restaurant, and walked out of the park to his car.
Location Unknown
47 was once again at his hideout. Practicing his marksmanship, he heard his cell phone ring. Placing his W2000 on the table, the picked up his cell phone and answered, "Hello?"
"47, this is Diana. I've got a lead for you on the Albinos. I found an abandoned factory that houses a cloning facility. Last I heard, it was shut down, but the Albinos may be using it for their own needs. I also have a contract for you in a town 20 miles away from the facility. After completing the contract, you could check the factory out."
"Thank you, Diana. Just send me the briefing."
47 hit the 'end' button and lightly tossed his cell phone on his desk. With renewed vigor, 47 picked up his W2000 and started practicing his marksmanship.
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