HITMAN: Talon's Mark

Gambler's Fallacy

Agent 47 entered the casino after undergoing a frisk. The gorgeous sights did not concern him, and neither did the gambling.

It was three hours before midnight after the eight hour flight from Detroit to Monaco. The casino was crowded with old men and women with nothing else to lose, and young people looking for thrill.

However, 47 wasn't here for any of that. He was here to retrieve his property from the owner.

The hitman noticed the abundance of cameras around. Not only that, but amongst the influx of people were Talon agents. He could tell based on their logo implanted on the back of their shirts.

The agents wore biker jackets and clothing similar to those from Lenny's gang. The woman wore the same seductive attire as the other bartenders.

Of course, nobody cared, paid attention, or knew what the symbol even was. They were here for him.

Showing his face to them in hindsight is a bad idea, but they can't kill him in public. He didn't know how many there were, but they would affect his mission if not taken care of.

In his sight were two agents. One was in a game of poker chips and the other, an attractive woman, was bartending for the gamblers.

Agent 47 went to his right through double doors. The room was set up as an auction. One of the police officers ran up to him, saying "The auction doesn't start till midnight buddy, scram."

As he was heading back out, 47 noticed another agent in the auction room. He was facing the other way talking with another officer, thankfully.

Going back into the main room, 47 ran to the agent played poker chips. Avoiding eye contact, he stood behind the man. Eventually, the female agent came up to him.

"Would any of you gentlemen like anything?" she asked sweetly.

Two people ordered gin and tonic, one wanted whiskey, one champagne, one beer, and the agent ordered a bloody mary. 47 slipped away with a new piece of information.

Following where other bartenders came from, 47 found the kitchen. Sneaking around and avoiding the staff, he managed to locate the containers with the drinks.

He found the bloody mary tap, and injected emetic rat poison. Anyone else who ingested it was collateral damage.

47 exit the same way he came unnoticed.

Agent 47 stood behind the agent again, awaiting for the drinks to arrive.

The same sounds played again and again. Slot machines sent those memorable noises everywhere.

Finally, the female agent delivered the six drinks. The agent downed his bloody mary, continuing to play. After a short time, however, his stomach began to rumble.

He groaned and sat up, leaving the table abruptly. Hunched forward, he made his way to the restroom.

The agent pushed the door open, and entered a stall. Immediately, he began throwing up into a toilet. The door to the stall closed by itself after a short time.

A hand then pushed his head down into the toilet, flooding it with water and vomit. He struggled, and bubbles flew out of the liquid. Soon, the agent was drowned. 47 also took his clothes as a disguise.

Agent 47 locked the stall and crawled under. No sane person would dare enter the stall overflowing with vomit and unflushed toilet water.

Agent 47 left the restroom, finding the hotspot for the Talon agents once again.

Suddenly, someone behind him said, "Finally done with your game, huh? Follow me, I know a private place for us."

The female agent led Agent 47 around. He followed her to the auction room, and behind the stage. The other agent was guarding a room, and a label saying "Auction items" to the side of the door explained why.