Hitman
Author’s Notes: I know I’m not good of making up titles. After I saw the Hitman and played the games, I invented this idea in my head. Poof! Out comes this story. I guess it would be short. It’s because I was playing around with it. By the way, Agent 47 is Vulcan Skywalker in Star Wars form and my stories. I did this to show how he got to be a feared badass around the galaxy. (Sorry, I say bad words in this) I’m listening to When the Dust begins to Settle. Enjoy.
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Agent 47 peeked through the scopes of his blaster sniper rifle. He hid in the shadows of the dark above the great skyscrapers of Coruscant. He has been assigned a job and intends to finish it as quickly as possible. He has no choice in the matter therefore it has forced his hand to do what is needed. It requires for him to stike only when the time is right. He is an assassin, a big gun for hire, a bounty-hunter. His target is the Governor Alpa of Coruscant.
47′s finger twitched with impatience to pull the trigger. His target is in sight. The time is right to fire. They would never know what hit them. The target doesn’t even know he’s being hunted. What a fool. He grinned slightly. “Soon all this will be over. The target has sprung in the trap,” He licked his lips. “I’ll kill you and get my money.”
There are no security guards around. The target sent them away so he could be alone. Just to be sure, 47 sneaked behind them and eliminated them anyway. You can never be too careful or too cautious of others. That’s what they taught him. The Mandalorians. They taught him how to fight with his bare hands and how to survive. Ever since the Mandalorians were pretty much wiped out, there was nothing for him to do. He’s a exile after becoming outraged with traitors in his tribe and nearly destorying them all. He lost his name and his Manda honor. He wandered around the galaxy and ended up on the world Kessel serving under Obisk the Hutt’s banner. They said they are the good guys and he believed them. He is given a new name and bears the tattoo of a slave and pirate behind his neck hidden undernearth his long black hair.
The target is now sitting down in his quarters. The door opens and his family comes in, happy to see him. He embraced his wife and smiled down at his children as he lifted them up on his shoulders. Damn! This is so unexpected, no one told 47 that he has family. This is going to be harder than I thought. There could be no wittinesses. He must kill them all.
He hesitated at first. Not a good thing. He must not hesitate not ever- it shows weakness. He took a deep breath and release it. “I don’t like to end this with a messy assassination but they left no choice. Leave no prisoners alive, show no mercey.” He put away his sniper in his case and took a device to throw on a window. It was a bomb! The windows shattered and the building exploded before the people could utter a scream. The target and his family were killed. Mission accomplished. Time to make a quick getaway.
Back at headquarters: hotel room. There are no headquarters. All that information lies in a laptop and a personal datapad.
“Finally alone to have some time to myself!” 47 undressed and took a shower in the refresher. He put on some clean clothing and seated himself on a chair in front of a table. He opened his case and placed his laptop on the table. He typed in his password and his code name and the screen turned on brightly. A feminine voice spoke from the computer as its text flowed on the screen. 47 doesn’t know if the voice belonged to a actual human or it’s a fake avatar has keeps track of his accounts and kills.
“Have you completed your mission, Agent 47?”
“Yes, I did,” 47 answered proudly as the laptop recorded his voice and his words appeared on the screen. “Now tell Obisk to send the 500 credits he promised into my account name.”
“His Great Majesty is pleased at the news but there is a problem,” The computer spoke. “He is most displeased with you and will not be paying at this time.”
“What the hell-” He muttered to himself but stopped. “What type of problem is this?”
“During what had transpired, in the recovered security cameras, showed a eyewitness in the streets that saw your face.”
“What!?” He abruptly stood up in his chair making it fall down. “Show me who this witness right now!” This cannot be happening! A perfect assassin can’t be allowed to be seen! I ruined my reputation, my cover, my good name! Even if I kill the witness, it wouldn’t make me feel better. Not even a little.
“Loading the image now. Please wait.” The voice responded a dark picture is uploading to color. It showed how much time it will take to upload.
Agent 47 drummed his fingers impatiently on the table. “Hurry up! Stupid computer.”
“Loading finished. You must kill this woman- she’s a polictical threat between you and your mission. His Great Majesty’s orders.”
47 looked very closely at the picture. In it is a young, pretty, slender woman just in her twenties. She was wearing a lavender party dress and long black hair with purple streaks on the sides. It look like she was at a bad place at the wrong time. ”Another objective to kill. That’s just great.” He groaned to his computer. “I really need a vacation after this. Tell me what is her name and her location.”
The computer didn’t respond but instead showed her name, gender, age, occupation, and location. The words steaming down the screen. She must be an important person.
Name: Lyric Sinclair
Sex: Female
Age: 24
Occupation: Librarian, Historian of Taris
Location: Taris
47 slammed his fist into the table. “A librarian!? I have to kill a librarian!? That is the dumbest thing in the galaxy! Fine, I’ll do it! Tell that dirty slime of a Hutt that I expect my 500 credits plus extra money for this ‘inconvience’ and for working overtime to perform my services!”
“Very well. He will pay 10,500 credits as soon as you get the job done. I’m sorry for the mishap, Sir.”
“Yeah right,” He grunted.
“You have a job to do and I suggest you get started as soon as possible, Agent 47,” The computer stated before automantically shutting itself off.
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On the world of Taris, where the city’s skyscapers lay in a pile of rubble after the Sith War with Darth Malak, lie what the recovering shamed buildings trying to breathe itself into life. The whole city is the planet. Well, it used to be. Now there is only one city called Edena where everyone lives now, the rich and the poor. The only difference is the rich live high above the sky and the poor live in the bottom where the rubble lies and the dust begins to settle.
This Lyric Sinclair woman lives in somewhere between the rich and the poor. Up in the apartments. She wasn’t hard to find. What a poor way to keep a low profile. Agent 47, ever since day one, watched her very closely as each day passes by to the next. He watched her get dressed, go to work, go take walks around the city, interact with people, and get to the bottom of the apartments to give food, medicine, clothes, and toys to those unfortunate than herself. She played with the little kids and have pleasant conversations with the adults. She was called La Musica Clara or Clara for short by everyone.
What made 47 wonder about the woman was this. She always look behind her shoulders twice to see if someone was following her. It seem she knew who was following her but she never sped up her pace in her movement or stopped caring for others. It was like she never cared or want to acknowledge it.
Now is the time to kill Sinclair. It has been seven days now and now is the time to stike. He doesn’t want to kill her but business is business. It’s not going to be personal like all the others. 47 brought a large package of crimson roses and walked slowly to Sinclair’s apartment door. No more use of explosives – they are too messy. He must kill her himself. His blasters are ready. Armed- ready to fire. Switched from stun to kill.
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Lyric Sinclair was getting ready to go to a another party. She got her hair done this time she dyed some blue streaks to match her stunning midnight blue dress that is opened on the sides. After all, at night it’s party time but during the day it’s time to work. Who else beside her to keep prime records of the history of Taris before they all fade away? She wanted to look her absolute best this night. When she works, she always looked a book-worm or an old granny.
“Yep. I’m still young and single,” Lyric said as she put on eye liner in front a mirror. “I have a feeling that tonight is the night I’ll find the man of my dreams.”
The door bell rang.
“Coming! I’ll be there in a sec!” Lyric yelled as she hurrily put on her high heeled shoes and ran for the door.
Lyric peered throught the door hole. She couldn’t see the person. She could see the person is dressed in a dark suit. He or she was holding a package of crimson roses in front of their face. ”Who is it?”
“Special delivery for Ms. Lyric Sinclair. It’s from a secret admirer,” Out came a formal, gruff voice from behind the roses. This voice – definity belonging to a male.
Someone sent me roses? I’m surpised! No one ever gave me anything before. Even if they did, I wouldn’t have accepted it. No one has to give me anything, a simple thank you is enough. Lyric thought. But they are so pretty…
“Thank you, Sir but could you just leave them by the door.”
“Sorry ma’am. I was ordered to give you in person. Could you open the door?”
“Yes, but I really need to go somewhere.”
“It won’t take more than a minute ma’am. I promise.”
“Alright, just a minute,” Lyric opened the door slightly and the man dropped the roses exposing his face.
Before Lyric could utter a scream, the man grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back, and covered her mouth.
“Make a sound, Sinclair,” The man threatened in her ear. “And I’ll shoot you dead. You got that?” He put some pressure on her arm.
Lyric nodded, showing she’ll cooperate. She winced from the pressure he’s putting.
The man shut the door and locked it, still not releasing Lyric.
Oh no! I can’t believe this happening to me! This man is going to rape me, isn’t he?
The man set Lyric on a chair and handcuffed with stun cuffs her hands behind the chair. When she got a good look at the man, she recognized him. He was that strange man who followed her the last few days. He wored armor and bored a young, handsome face. She didn’t think people could actually do this to another human being.
“I remember you. You-” Lyric began before she was cut off.
The man took out a blaster from his side and pressed it against her forehead. “I told you to be quiet. You don’t talk unless I ask you a question.”
Lyric gulped down hard as she nodded her head slowly.
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Agent 47 was confused as he held the gun in his hand. How can this Sinclair woman could be a threat to me? She looks as though she could barely get herself out a fire fight. She’s just another innocent person. Another nobody. Just like all the others. He looked down at her. She’s afraid. Afraid of what I’ll do to her. Her eyes silently pleadly to spare her life. Not to do what I do best in my job. She’s crying also. Her tears running down her cheeks, ruining her make-up. Her sad expression scaring 47 to the bone.
Five minutes passed
“Are you going to kill me now, Sir?” Sinclair asked him.
“No,” He responded. This time not raising the blaster at her. “Not yet, anyway.”
“What do you want from me, Sir?” She asked calmly.
“I’ll going to ask you some questions. If you give me a false or a incomplete answer, I’ll kill you. You can be some use to me. That’s way you’re alive right now.”
Sinclair nodded again. She’s not afraid to die, then. She’s brave.
“First question: Who are you? What is your occupation?”
“My name is Lyric Sinclair. My occupation is a librarian and a historian for the planet Taris.”
“What did you see or do that night at Coruscant?”
“I do not have anything to say about that night, Sir.”
“I know you do,” 47 yelled as he touched his blaster. “You will tell me.”
“That night, I went to a party at the Grand Ball on Coruscant. They were celebrating the election of the new governor there. One of my friends invited me to go with him. I left early because I needed fresh air and to puke all the champange I drank. Also one of the guys there insulted me so it was time to leave. I looked up the sky and saw that one of the buildings exploded; the people inside died. I thought I saw a person running away. I thought it was my imagination because I was drunk at the time.” She paused. “That was you, wasn’t it?”
“I’m asking the questions here. Not the other way around. Do you know about Governor Alpa?”
“I just know from the reports of his victory in the election. And the most recent part. His death in a explosion in a fiery disaster along with his family, friends, and security guards.”
“You know more than that.”
“Yes, I do. I used to work under him as his underling during all my young life. He treated me like I was his daughter. After my parents died, I helped with all the work in his job. Then he promoted me to be a historian on Taris, that’s where he grew up. He wanted me to restore the planet back to its former self. He was loved by the people but hated among his enemies. Like the Exchange. They are mad at him for closing up their spice run and drug dealing. Maybe that’s why they killed him.”
“That’s all I need to know,” 47 muttered to himself. “The Exchange have been using me this whole time. They said I’m killing them for the good of the galaxy. They lied that they were the bad guys. But it is the other way around. Man! I know I’m going to regret this. I just lost my credits.”
“Pardon?”
“Nothing. Just thinking out loud to myself.”
“Is it okay if I ask you a question now?”
“Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”
“Who are you and why did you come after me?”
“I had a name once. It was Vulcan Skywalker. Now I’m just Agent 47. I came after you because I was ordered to kill you.”
“Are you going to kill me now, Vulcan?”
“No, I’m not,” 47 shook his head. “But I do need you still.”
“What!? Just let me go. I told you everything I know! I’m not an important person!”
He took the stun cuffs off her and twisted her arm behind her back again. “You will come with me. There are people trying to kill you. I’m used to be one of them. I bet the others wouldn’t be so mercy on you. So you need me to protect you and I need you for information. You made me lose my 10,500 credits now.” He snarled.
“I’m worth 10,500 credits!? Why me!?”
47 put a little pressure on Lyric’s arm.
“Okay, okay. Let me go. I’ll go with you. Stop! You’re hurting me!” She gasped in pain.
“Not yet. Get used to it. Until we get to the landspeeder, then I’ll release you now get moving, woman!”
“I have a name, you know! It’s Lyric!” She cried out as she grabbed a coat with her free hand.
“Whatever. Just keep quiet or I’ll kill you anyway.”
When they got to the landspeeder, 47 shoved Lyric into the speeder. Hard impact.Â
“Now get inside the trunk.” He said as he turned on the vechicle to warm it up.
Lyric screamed.
“What? Wha- Oh, yeah. I know what the problem is. Looks like I forgot to clean him out.”
There in the trunk lay the decreased body of a man.
“This was your driver wasn’t it? The one who’s supposed to escort you to this so-called ‘party’? Well, he was going to kill you but I killed him instead. I couldn’t find the perfect place of where to put him so I put him in here. Now you see that everyone is after you.” 47 explained.
“You can’t expect me to go in there! There’s a dead body in there! Let me sit up front with you!”
“It will only be a short drive. Now get in there!” He pulled on her hair and pushed Lyric in the trunk. The trunk shut by itself and she was screaming and cursing all the breath she had in her lungs.
“She’ll get used to it.” 47 sat in the driver’s seat and started to pilot the speeder.
Twelve hours later
Agent 47 stopped the speeder and parked it at a store. It was raining hard. He ordered a sandwich at a cheap price and released Lyric from the trunk. Probably a good idea to get her out. No, maybe it wasn’t. She was pretty furious. “What the hell, man! It’s not nice to put girls in trunks with a dead person inside. You said it was for a short drive and look what time it is. It’s noon- the next day!”
“Just shut up and get inside the speeder. I got you a sandwich.”
“Hmph!” She grunted as she got inside. “You need to work on your manners.”
47 gave her the sandwich and Lyric ate it hungrily then stopped.
“This sandwich tastes like shit! What you got it from the cheapest dumpster on the block?”
47 rolled back his eyes and closed his eyes. “If you do not be quiet and eat your sandwich right now, Lyric, you’re going back inside the trunk.”
“Fine! I’ll stop complaining! I need to know what’s going on here!”
“Not now. I’m need to get some rest. Do you want to go back in the trunk?”
“Alright, alright I get your point. I’ll eat this crap and you sleep. When you wake up, know I’m going to talk your ears off! Oh, thanks for saving my life, I guess.”
47 sighed deeply. He wondered if he should have killed Lyric Sinclair already and gotten his award right now. She’s may be the most beautiful woman in the galaxy but she’s irritating. But they need each other to get around this world. Whether they like it or not.
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