He had killed several of them. He used up all the bullets, bombs, brains and brawn he had. They had broken into his hiding spot, and were currently carrying him across the hallways of the giant mobster house.
Although much of his strength had left him, he still had the will to fight, and that's exactly what he did. The mob's attempts at controlling and moving 47 were difficult. 47 was a trained fighter, and even with his weapons gone, his struggles carried on.
47 finally managed to free his right arm from the grips of a large mobster, and as soon as he did, he quickly reached and snagged a nearby picture that was hanging on the wall. Before any of his enemies could blink, he smacked the mobster holding his left arm with the edge of the picture frame. The man fell, instantly dead.
However, with no feeling in his injured left arm, this move proved to be unhelpful. Stabbing and thrashing and kicking and hitting, 47 killed another ten men. However, there were at least 15 others that flanked him. 47 was again shot, this time in the foot. He realized that the mob was not trying to kill him, just transport him. The pain in his foot shocked him. He fell down, only for a second, but in that second they were on top of him again, and on there way down the hallway again.
They arrived at a room. 47 still struggled to get free of the mob's grips, but it was no use. In the middle of the room was a small table, onto which he was promptly strapped. Still struggling, the leather straps that bound his arms, legs, torso, and neck were too strong, and 47 felt just too weak. The pain in his shoulder had not yet subsided, as his cries and yelps of agony did not help heal the now useless limb.
He felt needles injecting him with a substance unknown to him. His mind began to fade, and 47 began to quickly fade away. In his last moments of consciousness, some conclusions came to his mind. 1: The Agency had definitely put a hit on their own hitman. 2: The mob must have something to do with The Agency's corruption. And 3: He was about to die.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, all hell broke loose. BOOM! A flash of light, and all went silent. 47 laid in shock. Unable to move or feel, he was unsure weather he was dead or alive. He began to regain consciousness. There was definitely some kind of explosion, as nearly 15 men laid dead on the floor, and the room was quickly catching fire. Was this really happening?
He was being unstrapped. Startled and relieved, he looked up to see who was his savior. What he saw was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
"Diana." He whispered. Even though he had never seen her, he knew it was her. She looked exactly like he imagined. He promptly passed out, as the serum that had been injected in him hit his blood stream.
