Meanwhile, 9068 slowly managed to stand on his feet for a few seconds before collapsing to the ground again and began to visualize his past assassination... particularly the one on Hiro Watanabe, Kira's former husband.


Flashback

A male voice greeted the man as always. "Greetings, Operative 9068. We have an assignment for you." Even as he spoke, he moved to his Bluetooth and opened up his laptop. His voice was calm and collected as ever. "Who's the target?" He was already bringing up the file, but his handler would brief him regardless; it simply seemed polite.

"Your target is a man named Hiro Watanabe, leader of a Japanese Yakuza gang in Japan. He has ties with part of the police network, with corruption, smuggling and the like. Our client believes that he's been harming the lives of innocents, thus destroying the natural order. The target's location is pretty remote, but expect tight security. The client has recommended you on the job, so do not disappoint him. I will leave you to prepare. Best of luck..."

Japan, mid-day, and it was raining steadily. Though Mike was in his usual suit, he didn't mind the rain. As occupation would have it, he paid the discomfort no mind. If he's lucky, he could keep this assignment short. He simply had to slip in unseen, kill his target, and leave. Unseen was the problem though. He needed to grab one of the workers. It wasn't an uncommon practice. There was always caretakers for these rich types. People to tend the land so the boss didn't get his hands dirty. There were people out trimming the hedges and grass, and the one who was repairing the sprinkler of them were currently accessible. He could discern some activities at the house; people talking on the deck, others moving around inside. His target wasn't in sight, so he figured the man was inside. At this, he moved in, subduing one of the bodyguards with a sedative syringe, and dragging the poor sap's body where it would be concealed. After he was satisfied that no one would find him would he slip off the guy's clothes and switch his suit for the disguise. It wasn't a perfect fit, but he'd deal with the slight bagginess.

He moved towards the main house now, footfalls still silent as he strode, looking as though he belonged there. It was, after all, one of his talents of infiltration. Despite his skills, he'd have to admit that the infiltration was the easier part of the job. People were more paranoid on the way out; it wasn't the entry or the kill that made him apprehensive, but rather the escape. The house's interior was as lavish as he'd imagined, and he took in the first room in an instant. He'd come through the back, through the kitchen area and noticed some sushi on a platter. Must be for Watanabe.

At this, he poisoned the sushi and hid in one of the wardrobes in the other room, just as the maid arrived to deliver the sushi to her boss. Once the coast was clear, Mike casually made his way back out, avoiding detection by the exterior guards as he made his way back to the garden shed. He didn't make a straight line, but instead he made for a grass line as if he's going over for a smoke break.

The moment he wasn't in sight anymore, he heard the maid shout for help. The poison did its trick, and Watanabe immediately choked and died from the poisoned sushi, which alarmed the entire house. He switched back into his suit, and made his way out the same way he came in. No one knew what hit their boss. As he left, he called the agency to report a mission's success.

"Well done, Operative," his Handler called. "the money's wired to your account."


Just the next day as Mike was at the airport, his ear-com chimed in."We have a situation."

He headed to the public WiFi area to contact with his handler.

"We have some bad news, 9068. There's been an unexpected turn of events involving our recurring client, Mashiiro Hayomoto. It appears that he is the Yakuza leader the whole time and that he set us up. It's very much against our principles to perform a hit on a former client... but considering the potential of stabilizing global order, we're making an exception in this case. He is now occupying the same house you assassinated the target, so you will need to hit him at a different angle. Do you accept this assignment?"

Mike simply replied. "Yes."

"We appreciate you going against your regular protocols," the Handler told him before shutting off. And Mike left the airport to carry on his assassination.

From a building's rooftop which was a distance from the house, the assassin scoped on the 2nd floor window, where Hayomoto would appear. He was going to be precise of this. One false shot, and he'd be compromised with guards storming his position. He steadied his aim... and sent the bullet right through Haymoto's forehead before packing his sniper rifle and reported the mission's success. Poor Watanabe... he was an unlucky victim.

"Well done, Operative. Now head towards an exit. Poor sap became a victim," his handler called.

"How reliable were your sources?" Mike asked.

"Impeccable... as always. Hayomoto sent us a false intel on Watanabe."

"See that doesn't happen again. If I didn't have the rapport I do with the Agency, things like this might make me wonder about your professionalism." It was only the end when he realized the line had been disconnected. He made a mistake... one that would question his profession. He took the life of an innocent person, and the client who ordered the hit payed the price of deceiving the agency and becoming a crime lord.

End Flashback