The next morning, Kimi was sat next to Mike in the economy class of an Amtrak passenger train. She'd watched him for a long time, figuring he'd fall asleep, but eventually fell asleep against the warmth of the man beside her. But he didn't mind that. As the train was closing in on their home city he whispered into her ear. "Kimi... I have to go..."
"So much for the warm comfort," she spoke softly before waking up. "I don't want you to do this."
"Markov needs to die," he told her with his emotionless face, though she knew he was serious.
"I don't care about that. Not anymore."
"As long as he's alive they will never stop looking for you," he said, gently rubbing her tear off her left eye.
Minutes later the trained slowed down as it was pulling up at the station. He got up and handed Kimi her suitcase. "Get off the train as soon as it stops. Move with the crowd to the north enterance. Chuckie is on his way to pick you up."
"What are you gonna do?" Kimi asked him.
"What I do."
Both of them exited the train the second it stopped before spliting up, with Kimi following his instructions until she met her brother waiting for her at the north enterance.
"Chuckie?" Kimi said at the sight a her brother.
"Kimi! Thank God you're okay!" he said before hugging each other. He and the others along with the parents have been worried sick for the past four days. Now that Kimi's safe and sound, everything will soon return to normal.
"Where's Mike?" Chuckie asked his sister, confused.
"He's... gonna kill the person responsible for this. Can we go home now?"
Chuckie smiled and hugged her once again. "Sure." He opened the passenger seat for her before entering the car and driving off home.
They arrived home, and Chuckie opened the front door of the house.
"Mom, Dad! Look who I found," he said. Kimi popped out, shocking Kira and Chaz.
"Kimi?" Kira was surprised.
"It's me, Mom."
"Thank goodness you're okay!" Chaz exclaimed as he and Kira embraced their daughter. "It's a miracle that you came back home in one piece. It's been over four days."
"Just one question. Where's Mike?" Kira asked.
"He's gonna take out the man who's behind my abduction," Kimi answered.
"He's been in a heap amount of trouble. Wish there's some way to repay his work," she said.
Later, Mike made his way to Markov's mansion via car. He then entered the interior, where he glanced at multiple female sex slaves, vodka-drunk men, guns and drugs.
"Are you here to talk buisness?" Markov asked, not knowing it was the assassin.
"Yes," he simply replied as he took a seat, guards and chicks on either side.
"This is a Tec-9," Markov said, holding the weapon up. "Fully automatic. Empty and safe." Next he moved on to another weapon. "Or... if you want a heavier weapon, then the M16 with an M203 uderbarrel grenade launcher. Saves money for buying ammunition. Of course ammo comes in bulk, and prices... non negotiable. Any questions?"
One of his goons pointed out. "What about the little one?"
He grabbed the sidearm. "This is an AMT AutoMag. Chambered in .44 and it's deadly in the right hands." He faced Mike. "So? What do you think?"
He didn't say nothing and threw a briefcase containing a C4 block before dentonating it. From there he cliped two mags into two Uzis and began blasting multiple thugs, causing Markov to flee upstairs.
"Kill that fuck!" he ordered his goons.
The assassin took cover behind an alchohol counter, taking fire from multiple gunmen. He used his instincts to sense their exact spot before he got out of cover. He grabbed an MP5 from one of the dead thugs and wasted them not taking cover before he chucked a grenade over the other counter, killing everyone else in the room.
Meanwhile Markov was in his office along with two bodyguards. "What does it take to kill this son of a bitch!?" he yelled. He suddenly heard the gunshots and scream of dead lackies downstairs. It was the end of the road for him, no matter how much he begged for his life. By the time Mike was outside the door, he kicked it open and shot a headshot in both bodyguards before severly wounding Markov, who fell on his chair.
"Looks like I underestimated you," he told the assassin.
"Consistently," he replied, pulling the hammer, ready to pull the trigger.
"Let me help you," he pleaded in an attempt to beg for his life to be spared.
"How? By having me killed?"
"You never did get it, did you? You fuck! She was made to make money!"
"For your own amusement."
"Is... is she still alive? The girl called Kimi? She still around?" Markov asked.
"You will never know," Mike said before pulling the trigger on the trafficker's head. From there he lowered his gun and simply walked out, slipping away as local authorities arrived.
Epilouge
It's been two weeks Kimi was kidnapped by some trafficker, but was eventually saved by Mike. She was in her brother's room watching him play video games.
"What're you playing, Chuckie?" she asked, curious.
"Hitman: Blood Money. Why?"
"Just asking." She heard the soundtrack of the main menu. "Reminds me of Mike every time I hear this."
"He's basically like Agent 47," Chuckie said. She watched as he played the game for the next few minutes.
In a distance, Mike was on a rooftop of a building with his sniper rifle, scoped in, his charcoal black tie followed the wind. Not only was he scoping the Finster household, but every other household: both Pickles' families, the Carmichaels, the DeVilles. He was ensuring their saftey. No one was ever going to harm them again.
The End
