AN: I am trying to write seriously, but since people say it is not serious yet I will try harder for this chapter and the next.

Adjacent 47 went hack to his house and looked at prices for a plain trip to Rome. He needed it to get back to the lab where he was made, and he could stay there because he bought them oust so he could use their trademark.

"I need to get info. He said." Because 47 had been made by Dr. Ort Meyer, who was the best clone maker in the erode. "Maybe he knew what you need to do to mike a class five close."

Then 47 heard his door knock. He opened it and their was a postman was a pickup. 47 sighed for it and then shut the door.

Inside was the Agency weapon cataloguer. Since Agent 47 had dome so many Silent Assassin mission she was able to order silver magnum bullets far his pistols so he could kill vampires, a magnum silencer for his shotgun, and a bogus tiny bomb that wouldn't kill people and would only brake small things that he could carry when he started missions.

Then he went to Rome.

In Dr. Ort Meets' lab was postcards and drugs from a vacation in Chilly. Buy it was a picture that had Ort Meyer and the other four guys Agent 47 was a clone form. There were also letters from the guys to Ort Keyed asking hi to on a picnic with them and then asking why he was hiring Agent 47 took ill them all.

It was really sad but 47 didn't cry or do stuff like that because they were all bad guys.

Then 47 got a call on his phone. 47 picked it up and it said "You! This is MC Commuter amid I am in the house! But you were not in the house! So I called Diana who is like your spouse! Dog!"

"Hello MC Communism. Said 47." Because he was hoping he would not have to deal with MC Communism again but he still had rip pretend to be friendly.

"I am calming because I got a job for you, cause you make the solution! We're gonad take over and make for the city or Detroit for our revolution!"

Um ok. What do you need me to do?

"You must go to Moscow! I just got paid for my new album, so I am going to use my royal money to have you take off the bad guys! Cars you're better than spies! No James Bond from me you fee!"

Meantime the Secret American Guy wan talking on the phone to Mark Pinochet V. "I had a trap put on the Ort Meyer phone the last time I went there, so I know where 47 is going. Are you sure about this."

"Oh course. Said Pinochet. This will be easy, and then I will one drip closer to my goal!"