HITMAN: Talon's Mark

Death Sentence

From the outside of the empty Talon airship stood Agent 47, staring into the night sky. Not for stars, but the five Talon airships maneuvering around Rialto, honey-colored spotlights shining down on the ground in the night sky. Talon had secured southern California using almost all of their resources.

Slowly, they were falling back at the borders of their territory. Their main mission, however, was far from the heated war zone.

"The mission hasn't changed. Find 47, and remove the bodies." Doomfist's voice rang from a dead soldier's radio. He was also around Rialto, searching every inch in the nightfall in an airship.

All 47 needed to do was find which one, and how he could get him down to the earth.

He couldn't wait for the ships to refuel; he didn't know where they would land, and how much time he would have. What Agent 47 needed was a rocket, something to strike the airship out of the sky.

Another situation that needed solving was a case of which airship Doomfist was piloting. If he shot down the wrong one, Akande would be alerted, and no chance would pop up again.

47 grabbed the radio, and again donning the Talon armor as a disguise.

Running back out to the streets of Rialto, Agent 47 began searching for signs of large groups of Talon soldiers. If he found an influx of them, chances are that at least one of them knew the much needed information.

However, nothing of the sort appeared for the time being. Instead, the sound of blades running against a wall reached his ears.

As the noise increased in volume, one of the two stopped. Feet hit the pavement.

Fiber wire in one hand, Agent 47 waited for what felt like hours. Then, the hitman spun around, opening his fiber wire. A Talon assassin was inches away from slicing 47's heart.

Agent 47 sidestepped away, and the Talon assassin landed on her knees due to a failed tackle attempt. The assassin always managed to spring up from this after about half a second. This time, however, Agent 47 was faster.

The second assassin fled, their cover blown.

Tightening the wire around her neck, the assassin's desperate gasps for air became clearer and clearer. Eventually, she succumbed to fate, her hands falling from her neck after trying to pull the wire off.

Agent 47 dragged the corpse with the wire towards the nearest car. Lock picking the trunk, he dumped the body inside.

Before closing the trunk, he searched the body. 47 discovered the assassin's tech inside her helmet, which allowed her to see targets marked by Talon basically through anything. How Talon marked these targets was beyond him, so using it to find Doomfist was out of the option.

Also on her was an earpiece. Her partner wouldn't be contacting her anytime soon, so it was unneeded.

Finding nothing of value, Agent 47 slammed the trunk shut and left it to rot. He kept in mind the second assassin, still out there, stalking.

A plan began to form in 47's head. As he had not seen any sign of Talon encampments after an hour of wandering, he would have to use their own weapon aginst them.

Agent 47 rounded a corner into an alleyway, his Silverballers in hand and hidden.

Overhead were light footsteps. The second Talon assassin was good; but 47 was better.

The assassin began scaling down the building, staying behind Agent 47. Midway down, his arm was hit by a sudden sting. Another one pierced his leg.

Shocked by the sudden pain, he stumbled down from where he was at. Screaming on the way down, it was met with an abrupt stop, and he himself could hear the thud.