Chapter 3: When Conscience Don't Kick In:
Agent 47 parked his car at an impressive and luxury mansion somewhere in the countryside of Germany. He was downright tired. Some 2 day vacation this feels like, '47 thought to himself! It seemed that doctor's treatment of classical music, long walks and bed rest weren't working as fast as '47 had hoped. "The effect will kick in after so long, and your depression, tiredness and headaches will go away blah, blah, blah..." Doctors, in '47's opinion, knew that their left shoulder were on their right arm, in other words, useless!
He thought that he could get a few hours on the sofa. That migraine felt like someone had shoved a steel bar in his head and then melted it! 47 looked around for that movie he had brought at Blockbusters. He walked over to the coffee table and picked up and examined the DVD… Assault on Precinct 13 staring Ethan Hawke and Laurence Fishburne. 47 had heard of this film before, heard it was quite good, but in his opinion, he couldn't be bothered to watch it! He flopped the DVD back down on the coffee table.
He picked up his 50 gigabyte iPod and listened to Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. Snow Patrol wasn't really his thing, shamefully; he didn't really have a taste for music.
If I lie here/ If I just lie here/ would you lie next to me and just forget the world/
The song had a resemblance to his life in some way… He would kill for money but no one cared, so if he just lied down in a cardboard box with a sign that said "Will do anything for Food" would people still not give a damn? Probably, he thought.
He thought it would be a good idea to rest his eyes for a while. Two hours later an alarm clock signalled that it was time to get the "beetle bashers" on and go for a long walk… to the local newsagents 3 Kilometres away! "Ah, forget that!" said 47. If doctors remedy wasn't working before, why wouldn't it be working now?
The car keys were hanging off the key hanger. 47 thought there wasn't any point going to the shops if he didn't need anything. 47 was getting itchy for a ham sandwich, until he realised he had no bread! Ah, nuts to this, 47 thought! 47 slipped his boots back on and took the key off its hanger. I must be friggin' nuts going 3 kilometres to get a damn loaf of bread, 47 thought! Though, to some sense, 47 was nuts putting his notoriety and life on the line, not to mention that he wasn't allowed to drink or smoke, and, in some cases, some men would stop right there!
47 flumped into his car and started the ignition. The car made a guzzling roar, and stated away round the now sun-setted themed winding road. 47 was now listening to Conon composed Johann Pachelbel - the remixed version.
After 3 kilometres of winding roads and German scenery, 47 finally made to the shops! He walked in and the migraine at the back of his head compacted his thoughts more than so. "Hello, sir. Vat das seir vant today?" The shopkeeper asked. "Just a loaf of bread thanks!" 47 replied. The needy shopkeeper pointed to the bread. 47 picked up the nearest one – he wasn't a fussy eater!
Something didn't feel right though! 47 looked across the road. He saw someone at the window! He looked closer as his eyes widened! "Get down!" From nowhere a riddle of bullets penetrated through the shop window! "Are you ok?" 47 asked the shop keeper. "I am, but your not. Look at your shirt!" 47 looked down a patch of blood started growing on his torso. "And this is where you die!" The shopkeeper pulled out a colt 45! How in hell did they know he was here? 47 quickly elbowed the shopkeeper in the face! It was a set up! 47 fired rounds at the sniper across the road. His visibility was weakening as so his strength!
Before he knew it, it was over
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Well that was chapter 3, sorry for the delay:P until next time!