Chapter 1: Fine Place to Live if Your Already Dead
The train at Watford Junction in Hertfordshire, arriving at 1:26pm on an early Sunday afternoon, came to a screeching halt at the end of the line. Passengers inside and outside the train clashed together rushing to get on or off the train. Amongst the passengers getting off was a man only known as Agent 47. He was bald as an 8 ball and was wearing a black tuxedo with matching trousers and a light red tie over his white shirt. He carried a brief case with a funny sliver logo on it that looked like some Chinese symbol.
His knew who he was looking for, how he was going to find him and what he was going to do with him. "Could I have a word with you Mr. Fisher?" yes he knew how he was going to get him in his web! He kept his cool like he had done a million times before. He was approaching customs. He did not even break a sweat, because he knew they would never see what was really in his briefcase. Oh, no. What with the latest technology these days all they would see, well, office papers and a laptop, really.
He slid his brief case on the black turn rail so the customs could see with there noses so high, what was in the brief case. Office papers and laptop. Just as expected. That's why he was never nervous over anything. It was all going smoothly, just as Dianna predicted. He walked along the marble floor making the sound of his shoes clump.
He walked outside right in front of the stations taxi rank. He caught the first one his could and asked the driver to take him to a bar called The Otter. The tires screeched away through the narrow road of outside the station. He put on his shades, and listened quietly to classical music in the taxi. It was sooner or later that he was going to get to this bar.
He was in England; Dianna's birthplace even though she was born in London, but she had told 47, she spent nearly all her childhood in Hertfordshire, though the locals called it Herts. She was actually born at Watford General Hospital just down the road from the station.
"47, this is Dianna from agency, Samuel Fisher is just entering the bar now, he is only going in there for 1 pint of beer then he's going, you need to get there as soon as you possibly can! Remember to hide the body. Research suggests taking him out with fibre wire, because the only place to hide him is in the toilets! So you can't raise any suspicion because it's highly likely that they'll spot you, and call the police and we can't afford that happening. See you later mate!"
The taxi finally arrived at The Otter 5 minuets later. Agent 47 took his glasses off and put them his pocket. Agent 47 looked up, there were 2 signs: lounge bar and public bar. "Dianna, what bar is he in?" Agent 47 asked. "Samuel should be in the lounge bar, 47" Dianna replied. Agent 47 confidently walked left into the lounge bar.
He opened the door into the bar, while the sound of chatter could only be heard. "47, Samuel is the man in the green T-shirt. His should be going in the toilets soon but in the meantime get a drink and watch the television, also keeping an eye on him. He walked over to the barman and asked for a Foster, Agent 47 wasn't really the alcoholic type.
He watched the Football Chelsea VS Manchester United with Chelsea winning 3-0 in the first 10 minuets of the game. "47, Samuels moving into the toilets time to make your move." Agent 47 walked a few paces behind him following him to the toilets. The toilets were dingy old place all dark brown with a lingering smell of urine in the air.
Fortunately, Samuel was urinating in one of the urinals provided. Agent 47 got out his fibre wire from his pocket and stretched it. He anonymously wrapped the fibre wire around his neck chocking him instantly! Agent 47 dragged Samuel into a toilet stall, sitting him up on the toilet seat. That night blood ran cold in the city of Hertfordshire and it was just a matter of time that they would find Samuel….Dead….
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Well that's the first chapter folks please read and review.