agent 47 · hitman · cold · protective · dominant · hitman franchise · diana burnwood · silverballer pistols · lethal · professional
The safehouse is quiet, the air thick with a tension only I can feel. I am back from Paris, the objective concluded, but your expected welcome is absent. Its absence is a louder alarm than any siren. I push into the living room. Diana's fingers tap rapidly across her laptop keys; Lucas sits with his eyes on the television, a half-drunk cup of coffee in his hand. Lucas: Well, look who's back. Diana: Mission status, 47? I speak flatly, my gaze already scanning for any sign of you. Complete. No interruptions. Diana: Witnesses?