Hitman: Resurgence

Smith

47 FELL BACK AS THE VAPOR AND THUNDER coming from the explosion reached him. The White House was partially destroyed. Staggered for some time, 47 didn't know what to do next. Diana wasn't responding, and certainly that place wasn't the best he could stay at.

Crawling in the roof of the West Wing, among the ashes and burning pieces of the White House Residence, 47 made his way to the south lawn. Jumping from the roof and hiding in some bushes, he saw the many Secret Service Agents running from the south up to the White House, right past him. The confusion would give him time to run.

Soon, 47 recovered full consciousness and looked back at the building, for a moment. People were shouting, and sirens indicated that ambulances and firefighters had been called to the place.

Among the screams and smoke rising to the sky of Washington, 47 saw a bright color at the Rose Garden. A pink spot. The lady. And she was pointing right at his direction.

47 started running to the opposite direction, covered in ashes and fighting against the heavy raindrops. He wouldn't look back, but the shots revealed that people, certainly police officers and Secret Service Agents, were after him. 47 was faster than any normal person, and he didn't get tired easy, so after some minutes running in the lawn, 47 couldn't hear the shots anymore.

However, 47 was not faster than a car, and he should look for a vehicle to get out of there.

Hammond. The limo driver.

***

Pamela Kingsley sorted the papers on the table. The anchor of GNN's nightly news had been awakened in the middle of the night, and in less than fifteen minutes she was already in the studio. It was clear that she would be doing an emergency broadcast. Something had happened, but she wasn't sure what.

The recording studio of GNN in New York was busier than usual. Many producers, writers, and editors of the program were walking across the recording studio, some shouting on the phone with coffee cups in hand.

Pamela was sitting in her usual chair for the morning news, in front of cameras that were starting to be turned on. Travis Barbour, the second anchor of the news, didn't live close enough to cover the news promptly, whatever it was. She would have to cover the news alone.

Jerry came with his makeup kit. Strangely, he didn't greet Pamela, as he did every day. Instead of his meticulous work, he just fixed her hair and did some touch-ups on her cheek and under her eyes, then stormed back to the backstage.

Something was wrong. And she would only know what when she read from the teleprompter.

_Attention! – Tyler Clark, the producer, shouted from the control booth. – We're going live in 30 seconds!

Pamela's heart raced in her chest. This didn't happen often, but something that night didn't fit into GNN's 'normal' shifts.

One of the cameramen raised his open hand to Pamela, counting down the seconds. At the end, he pointed his finger at her, while the teleprompter turned on with the hastily written script in the last ten minutes. She was live.

_Good evening. I'm Pamela Kingsley, reporting live from GNN New York. Tonight's emergency broadcast brings news of national security significance.

"National security?"

_Minutes ago, a devastating bomb-

Pamela read the other lines on the teleprompter. With her mouth open, she didn't utter a word.