Hitman: Resurgence

The Dictator

THE PHONE WAS RINGING AGAIN. Janetpicked it up from her pocket promptly, as she fed her fish above the aquarium.

_You... You are a liar.

She smiled.

_Good that we are finally in the same page. – She dropped more fish food in the aquarium.

_You killed Khan. And now Farley. And now you are coming after me.

_Correct again. You should try winning the lottery someday.

_You know that after this I will increase my security to the absurd. There will be a guard per square meter in this bunker. Every personnel will have their DNA scanned 24/7. Any remotely suspicious activity will be punished with immediate death.

_Oh, Po. I don't think that will do anything to protect you.

_Don't tell me you are worried your prize is gonna die in my hands. I don't need to mention, after I'm done with him, I will be going after you. And there is no stopping me.

_You won't be able to do it.

_And why would you think that?

She smiled broadly, ready to taste the next words she was gonna say.

_Because he is already inside your bunker.

***

The phone went mute. Jin Po felt a shiver run down his spine.

The assassin was already there.

His shaking hand dropped the phone in the table.

He stood up, shouted everyone to leave the office and locked all doors around him.

The Khandanyangan dictator picked the AK-47 made entirely of gold from a framed glass box in the wall. He never expected to use it. He desperately loaded the ammunition in the gun.

He removed his military hat. It was too hot. Sweat was dripping down his face, getting his mustache uncomfortably wet. The medals in his chest tilted and clinked with each other. That sound amidst the silence, in which he could almost hear his own heartbeats, enhanced his feeling that he was a sitting duck in that room.

In a desperate act, he shot all the places in the room the assassin could use as hiding spots. A wardrobe, another container big enough to hide a person and even the curtains were left in tatters.

Jin Po was ready to take a stand. All he needed was a cover. If the assassin wanted to reach to him, he would have to enter that room and face him.

He approached the office desk, turned it over and crouched behind it. That's when he saw it.

A little device, attached to the bottom of the desk. It was blinking a red light.

Jin Po closed his eyes.

_Son of a-

***

The explosion made the whole building tremble. Golden chandeliers were still shaking and the dust came down from the ceiling as a group of armed guards went past 47. Some of the luxurious marble walls were torn apart with the blast, and 47 decided to vanish in the confusion.

He was wearing a green military officer disguise. Good enough to get him inside an office, with the excuse of leaving some papers earlier that afternoon.

When his target cast the people out of the office, 47 looked at a keyhole and waited until Jin Po got close enough to the table to press the trigger, minimizing any chance of the bomb missing its target. When 47 noticed Po was about to turn the desk over, he stood up and started walking, getting away from the office, and pressed the trigger after a few seconds.

Mission successful.

He left the bunker with no issues. He was quick and left the place before anyone could think of isolating it. 47 found the CIA plane where they had agreed. No passenger or cargo. Only him.

They left him in a small airport somewhere in Indonesia and left.

After a few hours, another plane landed. It was a luxurious jet, with white and blue stripes in the outside, and he was energetically welcomed aboard by a flight attendant. She didn't say a word for the entire voyage, breaking the silence only to offer him a drink, which he declined. He switched the Khandanyangan Officer uniform for a blue tuxedo and matching bowtie waiting for him in one of the plane chairs.

They flew for a couple of hours until they arrived in an airport in Sydney, Australia.

A limo was waiting for him there. The driver, like the flight attendant, was mute through the whole journey. And the windows were pitch black, so 47 couldn't see the exterior. The car stopped sometime after, and 47 heard the doors being unlocked.

He stepped out of the car. What he saw surprised him.

The Sydney Opera House.