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It was an extremely cold-blooded order, because there were children inside the maintenance building, and it was clear that the man named Taylor didn't care. But Numo had children, lots of them, and wasn't about to shoot someone else's. That didn't apply to the adults on the roof, however, so he said, “Will do,” and chose the first person to kill. Marla could already feel the sun's warm promise as she opened the door and stepped out onto the metal roof. Soon–within an hour or so–the surface would be too hot to stand on. She knew that the man on the tower had been forced down onto the ground. But as she turned to take a quick look around, the Puissance Treize agent spotted movement up on the water tower! “Get down!” she shouted. “There's a man on the–” But the warning came too late, as the shooter squeezed the trigger and sent a bullet spinning toward his target. The man nearest to Marla was in the process of turning toward her when the bullet slammed into his torso and threw him down. Then, before anyone could react, another rifle shot was heard and a second man fell. Marla felt as if she were wading through quicksand as she turned back toward the door, and threw herself into the darkness that lay beyond. There was a loud clang, followed by a report, as a third bullet flattened itself against steel. That was the moment when she realized the truth. What had been a sanctuary had been transformed into a trap. A slender, nearly emaciated corporal was in charge of the surviving policemen. Not only was he angry about having lost one of his men, but the whore's repeated attempts to exert control infuriated him more. So when the shooting began, he led his men past the cowering children to the building's back door. Then, knowing how important good leadership can be, he exited first. Agent 47 was within fifty feet of the maintenance building by that time, and was just about to check the seemingly unguarded back door when it unexpectedly flew open. And, having prepared himself for close-in fighting, he already had the 12-gauge shotgun in his hands. As the police rushed the assassin, the pump gun made its characteristic boom-clack, over and over again, as the weapon jumped, and the double-aught buck tore the men apart. Blood sprayed the concrete, the doorway, and inside the building. Marla was back down on the main floor by that time, and any thoughts she had of charging through the open door were put to rest when she saw blood come spraying in through the portal. So she and the rest of Al-Fulani's bodyguards opened up on the exit with automatic weapons. That forced the shooter to withdraw–thumbing shells into the shotgun's receiver as he backed away.
It was Agent 47. Just as the threat faded Marla heard the roar of an engine. The vehicle sounded like a maddened beast as it came across the taxiway, and a Mog crashed into the huge double doors that guarded the interior, slamming them aside. That was followed by the sound of screeching tires, as the driver stood on the brakes, and a cacophony of screams as terrified children ran in every direction. Marla might have rallied her surviving troops at that point, but a big fender struck the Puissance Treize agent a glancing blow and threw her into one of the parked vehicles. That knocked the security chief unconscious. Agent 47 was forced to step on the dead corporal's chest in order to enter through the back door. Four of Al-Fulani's bodyguards had the presence of mind to respond, but both of the Silverballers were out by that time, and 47 fired them in quick succession. The hapless guards were forced to perform a macabre dance as the heavy .45 caliber slugs slammed into them. Then more shots were heard–only muffled this time–as the remaining bodyguards attempted to escape via a side door, only to be met by bullets from the sharp-eyed Numo. Satisfied that the situation was under control, 47 took the time required to reload both handguns before going in search of Al-Fulani. The agent found the Moroccan cowering in a storage room, where he was shaking like a leaf and had recently shit his lovely silk pajamas. “Good morning,” the assassin said politely, as the terrified businessman stared up at him. “My name is Taylor, and I have some questions to ask you.” There weren't any historians present to record the moment, but the airfield at Quadi Doum had fallen for the second time, and vultures were circling above. FIFTEEN ROME, ITALY Diana had flown to Rome for a three-day vacation and was asleep in her suite at the St. Regis Grand when the men in black came to get her. The door was double-locked, of course, yet that was a minimal obstacle to the men who gathered outside her door. They picked the lock with ease, positioned themselves with weapons drawn, and prepared to enter. But when the lead assailant turned the doorknob and put his shoulder to the wood, the only reaction was the strident beep, beep, beep, generated by the wedge-shaped miniature alarm
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Hitman: Enemy Within By William C.
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Hitman: Enemy Within is a work of f
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ONE THE RHINE RIVER VALLEY, NEAR CO
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The first requirement was to be exp
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It was a rather sensible policy, fr
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search turned up a wad of pocket li
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A black-clad biker appeared as Nix
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But somehow 47 could tell that Marl
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Agent 47 swore as the mysterious wo
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DVR under his left arm and exited t
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of place, as one might expect at a
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than run that risk, he took his pla
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gift. “Go ahead,” Kaberov urged
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Agent 47 had just begun to read the
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direct a field assassin-the woman h
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oom was empty. A fact that wasn't a
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was that the target didn't have any
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“Hello?” the Puissance Treize a
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And thanks to the fact that the pho
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The more than 7,000-square-foot sui
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here, will you join me for lunch?
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The tail was at the door by that ti
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and a pair of black Moroccan slippe
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The man Marla Norton was staying wi
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clearly benefited, none of the acts
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set up next to Cooper's tripod-moun
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sight!” “You stay off the radio
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Thus, the moment Agent 47 appeared
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“Yes,” Marla agreed. “Good,
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out into the country, he would have
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until the following day. Finally, a
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very different performance that too
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and grinned from ear to ear. It too
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Page 137 and 138: Having determined the places where
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