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Greek's Ethiopian mistress had once been a model, and was far from camera shy. Third, the
couple ate out at least three times a week, often at the same French restaurant.
It wasn't clear which, if any, of those pieces of information would prove to be important, but 47
was more than satisfied with the results of his preliminary outing as he made his way back to the
hotel. The next couple of hours were spent transferring the pictures he had taken to the laptop,
going over them one by one, and learning as much as he could about the Greek's security
precautions.
And it was during that process that 47 began to entertain new doubts. Not about his ability to
penetrate the security cordon, and get close enough to kill Thorakis, but about the wisdom of
doing so without more proof. The penalty for mistakenly assassinating a board member would
be severe indeed.
So, what to do? The answer–or so it seemed to Agent 47–was to make all the necessary
preparations, but stop just short of killing Thorakis. Then, at the very last moment, he would
call Nu and tell him to leak a lie, and wait to see what occurred.
If the shipping magnate was the mole, he would immediately contact the Puissance Treize and
ask for help. Thereby signaling his guilt.
The plan was somewhat convoluted, but necessarily so, given the situation. More
reconnaissance would be necessary, but thanks to the information he had gleaned earlier in the
day, he felt reasonably sure that he would eventually find a way to enter the mansion.
The killing itself–should it become necessary–couldn't be done overtly. A homicide investigation
might lead back to his employers. And it might alert the Puissance Treize that The Agency was
onto them. Something best left until the reprisals were over, and the enemy was burying its
dead.
That suggested an “accident” of some sort. The kind everyone would accept. But how?
That was a problem the assassin would have to work out on his own.
* * *
The Bon Appétit was everything 47 expected it to be, which was to say a Portuguese imitation
of a French restaurant, complete with Eiffel Tower wallpaper, candlelit tables, and an imperious
staff. According to the information provided by Fazio, Thorakis and his mistress typically ate
dinner at 8:00, so Agent 47 arrived at 7:30. The Nikon was concealed in a shopping bag.
Having been scrutinized by the maître d', and clearly been found wanting, the man with the bald
pate and protruding paunch was shown to a tiny table located right next to the kitchen. Which,
ironically enough, was the sort of spot Agent 47 often chose for himself so he could escape out
the back should the necessity arise.
Indeed, it was a terrible table, since the heavily laden waiters had a tendency to brush it as they
came and went, not to mention all the noise that emanated from the kitchen itself. However, 47