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A/N: Rated T for violence and language.

Contract Complete, With a Problem

47 peered through the keyhole to see the General and the maid…just talking.

"I guess I had the wrong idea", 47 said, "Well, I'd better make this quick."

47 pulled out one of his Silverballer handguns, and screwed on the silencer. He breathed heavily, and stood up.

Opening the door with one quick motion, he entered the room, whacked the maid in the face, knocking her out, and aiming his gun at the General.

"What the--?!", he yelled.

47 fired a single shot of the gun, the bullet flying out of the now hot silencer, colliding with the General's head, piercing his skull, killing him instantly.

47 holstered his gun, and exited the room, heading back to the ballroom.

When he entered, he looked around for the Ambassador, only to see him walking through the same doors as before, with the Spetznaz agent behind him, with a gun to his back.

"Oh God."

47's mind raced as he tried thinking up a plan. Then it hit him. It wasn't as much professional as his standards would require, but it would work.

He followed them through the familiar hallway, staying far behind, to remain unnoticed. Pulling up against the wall, he peered around the corner to see them enter the safe room.

47 snuck up to the door and peered through the keyhole. The Ambassador was opening the safe, the Spetznaz agent behind him, with a gun.

The Ambassador opened the safe, the briefcase gone.

"Where is it?!", the agent demanded.

"I-I don't know. It was here before, but I…"

The agent cocked the slide of the gun back, loading a bullet into the chamber and aimed it at the Ambassador.

47 burst through the doors and rammed the agent into the wall. He grabbed his wrist and slammed it onto the desk, disarming him. The gun fell onto the floor, with the agent struggling to get 47 off him. 47 threw him onto the floor and grabbed the gun, a black Walther PPK.

He aimed the gun at the Spetznaz agent, but instead of shooting him, he released the magazine from the gun and dropped it to the floor. He walked over to the Spetznaz agent and hit him in the head with the gun, knocking him out.

The Ambassador was shaking, both nervous and confused.

"Who-who are you?", he asked.

"Never you mind.", 47 replied.

He dropped the gun and exited the room, going across the hall to retrieve the briefcase. He got the case from behind the couch and exited the hallway. Entering the ballroom, he smiled at the waiter that he spoke with earlier, and exited the ballroom, entering the main hall.

The guards ignored the fact that he had the briefcase clutched in his hand, and just smiled at him. 47 left the Embassy and headed toward the boat. As he boarded, he set the briefcase aside, and contacted Diana.

"47 here. Mission complete."

"Good job, 47.", she replied.

47 started the boat and drove away.

Behind him, at the docks, a figure watched as the boat sped away from the area. The figure had a Walther PPK in his hand, and cocked the slide back. Standing still, watching the boat, he turned away, and headed for his car.

A/N: This was a bit shorter than I imagined, but I'm glad it's done. There will be a few more chapters. If not, expect a sequel, continuing the storyline ). Please Review!