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Norfolk, Virginia

A cloud silently drifted in front of the moon and plunged the world below into a temporary darkness. The rusty gate rattled as the hitman climbed over it and landed on the other side with a muffled thump. Agent 47 pulled out one of his Silverballer pistols and thumbed the safety off. The hinges of the door squeaked as 47 opened it and scanned the interior with his handgun. Satisfied that it was safe, the assassin walked into the abandoned factory, where dust and a sense of loneliness filled the air.

The cloud passed the moon, and the pitch black interior of the factory suddenly lit up as the moonlight sifted through the old broken glass windows. 47 looked around and saw nothing but a lonely machine that was left behind, only accompanied by a bunch of cobwebs. The hitman came across an elevator and saw that it had been fixed. 47 stepped inside and hit the button that was hastily labeled, "Basement." The elevator groaned, then started descending. The experienced hitman knew that the albinos would've heard the noise, and looked upward for a hatch. 47 found one, pushed it open, and swiftly climbed up. Even though the elevator descended rapidly, it took nearly a minute for it to reach the bottom, indicating that the facility was deep below the ground.

Clone number ALBNCLN000920718"Matthew Purnellci" heard the characteristic groan of the elevator he guarded coming down. The doors quietly opened and revealed empty walls. The albino looked at his watch and saw he still had five minutes before his basic training, and decided to investigate the elevator. The clone, who was still in his "dumb" stage, walked in and was unsuspectingly strangled, killed, and pulled up the hatch.

47 flipped over the dead albino's body and silently jumped down into the elevator, both of his Silverballers ready. The hitman cautiously stepped out and into a hallway that was eerily similar to the cloning facility he had stayed in years ago. Agent 47 shook off the memories and cleared his mind.

The bald hitman silently walked down the hallway and heard footsteps coming from around the corner. 47 quickly went into a door next to him labeled, "Armory," and pressed himself against the wall. He heard the footsteps fade away and took a look around his surroundings. The hitman looked around and saw racks of weapons lined against the walls. Handguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, all neatly stacked on the walls. In a separate room, boxes of explosives lay immobile, waiting to be used.

Agent 47 exited the room when he heard two patrol guards walking in through a different door. The hitman looked around and found what he was looking for, the cloning lab. He looked in through the small, dirty window on the door and saw three albino clone scientists tending to the other clones. 47 pressed himself against the wall next to the door, holstered one of his Silverballer pistols, and screwed a silencer onto the other.

The door silently opened and the hitman fired three shots, quickly followed by the soft thumps as all three scientists fell down dead. 47 looked around the lab and saw giant glass tubes along the wall, filled with sickly green liquid that housed the new clones. Agent 47 walked up to a panel and deactivated the life support systems, effectively killing all of the new clones. As soon as he did this, a klaxon blared, alerting all in the facility. The hitman looked behind him and saw a stream of the albino clones walk in, all holding various weapons. The albinos smiled simultaneously and opened fire.

47 dove to his right and rolled behind the safety of a wall. The assassin stood up and pulled out his other Silverballer pistol. He heard the tiles of the wall crack as the bullets shattered them. 47 braced himself, turned around the corner and opened fire with his weapons. A clone fell backwards as a bullet drilled through his head and exited through the other side, his gun still firing. One of the albinos got hit directly in the heart and fell over sideways, his assault rifle firing randomly into one of his albino brothers standing next to him.

A good seven out of the original fifteen lay on the ground dead after 47 emptied both of his clips. The assassin crouched behind a turned over medical bed and ejected the spent clips out of his Silverballer pistols. 47 quickly reloaded his handguns, tightened his grip on the guns, and exited from cover, guns blazing. The remaining clones succumbed to the hail of bullets and lay on the ground, dead. 47 quickly ran out of the room and found even more albinos in the hallway to his left. To his right, move clones marched out of their sleeping quarters to combat the intruder. The only place 47 could go was the door directly in front of him.

Bullets flew through the air as 47 ran into the armory to find cover. The persistent albino clones marched into the room and shot at the hitman. Agent 47 ran into the room where all of the explosives were kept. He hid behind a box filled with C4, heart beating in his chest. He took a few deep breaths, then rolled out of cover and started shooting, hoping to take some of the bastards down. Three clones who had the poor judgment to stand next to a box of explosives were thrown into the air as it exploded. An albino fell back, lifeless, as two of the .45 ACP rounds entered and exited through his skull.

47 leaned against a shelf holding dangerous munitions, his breathing heavy. The hitman took a round through his left shoulder and in his right knee. 47 quickly reloaded both of his weapons and realized that there were almost too many to kill. He looked around, trying to find a solution when it hit him. 47 quickly holstered one of his trademark Silverballer pistols and pulled out one of the five RU-AP mines he had brought. He wedged it into the shelf next to him and did the same with other shelves and boxes. After putting the last mine in place, 47 took out his other pistol again, and made for the door.

Six clones hit the ground hard as the rounds from the Silverballer pistols tore through their vitals. The hitman made it into the hallway and ran towards the elevator, shooting and dodging bullets the whole way. Rounds flew pass 47 as he turned the corner and saw the elevator. The assassin felt a round impact below his right lung and nearly toppled over. 47 ignored the pain and entered the elevator. The doors closed just in time as the elevator started its rapid ascent. Agent 47 holstered his pistol and pulled out his detonator. He waited a heartbeat and pushed the detonator.

Five seconds later, detonations rumbled below him and shook the elevator. 47 prayed that it would hold long enough for him to get topside and get the hell out of there. The doors slid open and 47 sprinted towards his car. He quickly got in, turned the ignition, and sped away.

The explosives in the armory completely destroyed the cloning facility and every clone in it, while the detonations caused the ceiling to collapse and be crushed by the sheer amount of dirt above it. The explosion also destroyed the elevator, leaving no way for anybody to ever find where the elevator lead to, deep below ground.


Location Unknown

After cleaning and inspecting his Silverballer pistols, 47 looked at a local newspaper from Norfolk about the event that happened a few days ago. The hitman was pleased as government officials and scientists concluded what happened that night was a minor earthquake, although they were completely baffled about how it came to be. 47 read on and found that the scientists found the epicenter, nothing but a completely destroyed factory. He was interrupted as his cell phone rang on the desk in front of him. The hitman folded the newspaper, placed it neatly on the table, and answered the phone.


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