Victoria held her necklace over the edge of the railing. This seemingly innocent and harmless body decoration more powerful to her than anything
else. Because of this necklace, she was a dangerous person. She should get rid of it, she should watch it break to pieces over the rocks below so she
could never again-
Footsteps. Victoria did not need to turn around to know who was behind her.
"Diana."
"Do what you need to do." Said Ms. Burnwood, placing her arms around Victoria's shoulders. Comforting her when Victoria needed it the most.
"It's completely your decision."
Victoria gazed upon the necklace, remembering all that had happened because of it. And remembering how she felt. When she had fought of a
dozen of Blake Dexter's military grade body guards, it had felt… unusual. Not bad, in fact quite the opposite, she had felt good, satisfied. Then she
thought of the pain and discomfort she had felt when she was not wearing the isotope.
She turned to Diana.
"Can I talk to him?"
"Who?"
"You know who." Said Victoria. Diana sighed.
"47 Wouldn't be the best person to talk to about this." Said Diana.
"He was never given the choice to do this."
Victoria turned her attention to the night sky. She had seen the worst in people in a few weeks. People had bred her to kill other people, she had
been treated like a lab rat by dozens of emotionless and pitiless doctors for years, then, when she saw a ray of hope in humanity in a Catholic
Church, it had been savagely taken away from her by evil men, afterwards she had been assaulted by Blake Dexter's son, and afterwards been
taunted and probed by doctors, who all told her of how she would be ripped apart, atom by atom and bred like some sort of sick clone.
47 was a result of these experiments, she had thought of him to be nothing more than a killer, but she realized something. 47 killed the men who
had done all of these things, he always killed men who had done horrible things, and with Diana back in the Agency, Victoria realized that she could
stop people like those who had made her life a nightmare.
Diana seemed to read her thoughts.
"You want to join the Agency, don't you?" Diana asked. Victoria nodded.
"Why?"
"Because I'll be able to bring down people who do nothing but hurt other people." Victoria said.
Diana sighed, Victoria had been bred to want to go for the kill, to be a perfect assassin. This was the assassin part of her speaking out. While she
had not wanted this, it was Victoria's decision.
"I can take you to the ICA Facility, they will show you what you will be doing before you enter." Diana said.
"Thank you." Said Victoria. Diana nodded, somewhat sadly, and left to go to bed. Though she turned back to speak to Victoria before she left.
"Victoria, are you sure you want to do this? You've seen what kind of a monster you'll turn into." Diana warned.
"He is not a monster." Said Victoria, defending the man who had done everything to ensure her safety.
Diana bowed her head and left in peace. Victoria looked to the construction site across the bay. For some indiscernible reason, she knew 47 was
there, watching her.
"You're not a monster." She said. She looked at her necklace, this time in a newer, more determined light. She turned on her heel and went to her
room.
Agent 47 allowed the sniper rifle to fall into a rest position. 47 had been trained in lip reading, he had a good idea of what Victoria and Diana's
conversation had been about. Judging by the look on Diana's face through the rifle's sight, he could tell that the two would be coming to the ICA
building. If that was the case… he needed to make an important phone call. Though Diana had been welcomed back into the Agency, she was not
the new director, and the new director was just as interested in Victoria as Ben Travis had been. 47 placed a finger on the phone in his ear before
speaking in an emotionless manner.
"Victoria will be at the ICA tomorrow, it appears." 47 said. A smooth, slightly accented voice responded.
"Your work is done there 47, get to the extraction point."
"Copy Mr. Nikolai."
Victoria and Diana reached the ICA HQ the following morning. The desk manager greeted them before Diana had time to explain why she was there.
"Mrs. Burnwood, you and her are expected in Room 189, 32th floor." She said in a business like manner.
"I did not recall calling ahead." Replied Diana. The desk manager only looked at her as if to say:
"You already know how we know what you want."
Victoria watched the exchange with nervousness. Diana briskly headed towards the elevators, Victoria following closely.
"What was that all about?" Victoria asked.
"They're eager for you to join up with them."
"How did they know-"
"47" Diana said.
When the doors opened they were greeted by four people.
Agent 47, being the only one Victoria knew by sight, and the other three Diana clearly knew.
The one in to the left was rather chubby, wore glasses, and had a file folder in his hand. The other was a woman, who was dressed rather… oddly.
She was wearing a dominatrix style outfit. The one in the very center was obviously the leader, he wore an all-black suit with a blue tie, straight
oiled hair, and a five o clock shadow. He spoke to Diana in a Russian accent.
"Greetings, Mrs. Burnwood." He said. His voice gave Victoria the chills.
"Director Nikolai Romanov." Diana Replied.