Agent 47

Mirthrean's Mystery

Agent 47 was dumbfounded by the child's response. For the first time, he actually felt nervous about what was about to happen here. Was the child in some sort of cult? Was he being used? Was this entire operation a trap?

"Matt, are you safe here?" 

Mirthrean looked up at the Agent curiously, as if to say, what do you mean by that?

"Are you ever in danger?" the Agent elaborated. 

Mirthrean picked up his notepad and began writing again. His handwriting was fluent and clear, pointing to the fact that he'd been writing for longer than what anyone expected. Mom told me that it was dangerous everywhere. Here, outside. That's why she called you. To protect me. 

"Protect you from what?"

From the ones who haven't passed on. 

Agent 47 said nothing. Diana was also silent. 

"I'll be back, Mirthrean."

Mirthrean nodded, and continued playing with his cars on the floor. The massive Agent left the small room, but not before making sure all the windows were locked and secured, leaving no room for someone to enter without a noise. With that done, he headed downstairs and called Diana again. 

"Does the Agency know about Mirthrean?" 

"No," Diana replied. "Not all this.. crazy stuff." 

"Do not tell them. Knowing the Agency, things may go south with all of this. I'll do this on my own." 

"Understood. I won't say a word." 

"And, Diana, no one else either. Not a colleage, or anyone else. I have a feeling that Mirthrean isn't just a normal boy. Perhaps he isn't a human boy at all."

"Don't say that, 47," Diana told him. "You don't believe this, do you? His mother telling him not to speak, the... things that haven't moved on or something? 47, please. Don't fall for this, it's probably just some cult."

"No, Diana. There's something different about this place. Now do as I instructed, and do not tell a soul about this contract. Make up whatever you have to. 47 out."

The Agent clicked off the mic, and turned around. He jumped and pulled a gun on the small child staring at him. But Mirthrean didn't move at all. He simply waited for 47 to realize that he was no threat, and, as soon as the Agent holstered the weapon, Mirthrean waved a command to follow. 

47 complied, and Mirthrean led the Agent up a set of stairs. Curiously, the Agent noticed that Mirthrean made no sound in his ascension, whilst 47's boots make soft taps on the steps. But the Agent didn't say anything. He just continued following the boy until they reached a small room upstairs. Mirthrean pushed open the door, and it revealed the most piled weapons room that 47 had ever seen. 

Granted, there were no guns, but there were knives and swords everywhere. It looked like a medieval showcase. "Is all of this your mothers?" 

Mirthrean nodded. "Hers." 

"You spoke," 47 pointed out.

"Yes." 

"Why did you not talk earlier?" 

Mirthrean pulled out his notepad, and flipped to a single page he had written earlier. Mom told me that when I speak, then things happen. I don't want to hurt you.

"Do you not say more than one word at a time?" 

Mirthrean shook his head. 

Agent 47 sighed. "Fine. Do as you please." he stood back up and headed back toward the main entrance. "Diana," he activated his earpiece. "Did the mother leave any food for the boy?" 

"No, but she did leave a large amount of money to be used for any expenses that you would need. Is there something wrong, 47?" 

"No. Wire the money to my account, and make it quick." 

"Already done, 47. Please, do you expect me to be so behind? When have I ever left money out and laying around?" 

"Alright, Diana. That's enough." 

He thought for a moment that he heard a quiet laugh on the other line, before it clicked off. 47 sighed. This was going to be complicated, and that's why he stuck to the usual hits. It was an in and out job, and if this deadbeat of a mother didn't return for her son, what was going to become of him? He wasn't going with 47, in any case. Maybe the nearest orphanage, and when he was old enough, 47 would wire back all the money that his mother had left him. 

What was he saying? That was still more than the agent had done for anyone in his life. Perhaps it was because the child was intelligent, and 47 felt the urge to treat him like an adult, and not a child. Or perhaps because Matt had shown an interest in 47, and spoke to him like a fellow companion, rather than a weapon. But then again, most children would. Nonetheless, he couldn't neglect his current mission, and the time was nearing noon. The child would need fed. 

Turning sharply, 47 went into the left wing of the house, which seemed much bigger now than it did outside. There, he found a small sitting area with a fireplace, in which there was a fire burning on a log. Two large, cushioned chairs were placed facing one another in front of the fire, there for two people to have a nice conversation. Normal enough. But above it, there was a large, painted image of a man, wearing blue robes and a red cloak. His face and eyes were sharp, and he wore a neatly trimmed goatee, the only thing out of place was a small strand of hair on his brow. It seemed to depict that he was sitting down, but for some reason, 47 couldn't stop staring at it. Something was bothering him about it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Finally, the Agent gave up, and continued on past the sitting area. 

As he turned a corner, he found a kitchen, and that too, had very normal objects inside. Table, refrigerator, cupboards, and, as he went through them, cups, plates, ingredients, and just the general idea of a kitchen. There was no weapons anywhere, and none of the drawers had any sort of tampering and false bottoms.

It was surprisingly boring.

Perhaps Matt hadn't been truthful, and needed some sort of medications to keep his mind normalized. But, there were no medications here, matter of fact, 47 found no medicine cabinet. That was something that most people had in their kitchens, with at least an Ibuprofen and Advil. But there was none. Maybe this was what 47 had been missing. 

But, that would have to wait, as Mirthrean needed fed. Perhaps there was something in the fridge...? 

He reached for it, and pulled, only to jump as someone behind him screamed, "DON'T OPEN THE FRIDGE!"