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Having determined the places where Thorakis was most likely to be found, the assassin's next
step was to zero in on the shipping magnate's current location. It had begun to seem hopeless,
until the agent discovered that there were weekly papers that made it their business to keep
track of Hollywood starlets, spoiled aristocrats, and yes, wealthy businessmen like Thorakis.
Especially when they were being naughty, which according to the very latest edition of La
Dolce Vita, the Greek definitely was.
According to the breathless text that accompanied a much-magnified shot of the shipping
magnate nibbling on a woman's bare foot, Thorakis was currently lying low in Sintra with his
mistress. And judging from the six suitcases that had been unloaded from his limo, the
businessman was planning to stay for a while.
A quick phone call to a small paper in Sintra was sufficient to confirm the Greek's presence.
But rather than travel to Sintra, and improvise some sort of cover subsequent to his arrival, 47
wanted to do it the right way. Which was to construct an alternate identity before he boarded a
plane. It was the sort of thing Diana normally took care of for him, yet now, having been forced
to do his own research, the operative already knew the unsavory sort of person he wanted to
impersonate.
As a member of the freewheeling, hypercompetitive, and often unethical band of photographers
frequently referred to as the paparazzi, he could hang around the Thorakis mansion at all hours
of the day and night, carry a variety of cameras, and openly follow the Greek wherever he went.
All without eliciting any suspicion.
Of course first, before assuming his new identity, Agent 47 knew it would be necessary to
change his appearance. Not just a little bit, but a lot, because Thorakis knew very well what he
looked like, and if he really was a turncoat, the Puissance Treize would want to protect him.
So the assassin made some phone calls, took down an address, and set the alarms on his
luggage.
Agent 47 had learned a lot about makeup and theatrical appliances over the years. So much so
that when he entered the Portello Dell Fase he was able to successfully pass himself off as a
British actor who had unexpectedly been called upon to play Shakespeare's Falstaff. There was
much bustling about as the proprietress, a onetime stage actress herself, went in search of the
perfect strap-on foam belly. An appliance that, when combined with a half-halo of black hair
and some cheek inserts, would transform her customer into the shameless, lying tub of lard that
was Falstaff.
The woman was equipped with costumes as well, and though of the opinion that 47 was too tall
to play Falstaff, she said that she was willing to make the necessary alterations anyway.
Agent 47 demurred, however, insisting that the theater company would provide his costume, so
he was able to exit gracefully after spending what seemed like an exorbitant amount of money in
the shop.