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direct a field assassin–the woman had been indirectly responsible for more than a dozen hits in<br />
the Med. The woman's real name was Cassandra Murphy, and according to the data supplied by<br />
Mr. Nu, she'd been born in Belfast. She was thirty-six years old.<br />
Adding to the challenge was the fact that he would have to gain control of the woman in order<br />
to communicate with her, which would probably be more difficult than simply shooting her.<br />
According to the information he had been given, the target was currently living on a houseboat<br />
moored in Lake Union. Years ago, there had been more of the floating domiciles, but a variety<br />
of government regulations and economic pressures had reduced the waterborne community to a<br />
few hundred water-level homes located on the lake and in neighboring Portage Bay.<br />
It wasn't clear how 47's superiors had been tracking Marla's movements prior to the massacre in<br />
Yakima, but there wasn't any doubt as to why, since The Agency routinely kept track of anyone<br />
who had ever been employed by one of its competitors. Especially those having links with the<br />
Puissance Treize.<br />
As he followed a side street down to the waterfront and the small parking lot that served the<br />
houseboats, a couple of problems quickly became apparent. The first was the cyclone fence and<br />
gate that had been put in place to prevent thieves, sightseers, and other undesirables from<br />
making their way out onto the community dock. The second was the fact that the area was so<br />
open that there was no place from which the assassin could safely observe his target's comings<br />
and goings prior to making a move.<br />
A red Mercedes was parked in the lot, though, and while there hadn't been an opportunity for<br />
him to memorize the license plate, the assassin would have sworn that it was the same vehicle<br />
he'd seen parked outside the barn in Yakima. A thick patina of dust seemed to confirm that<br />
theory, as 47 executed a U-turn and left the area.<br />
It was nearly dark by that time, the streetlights were on, and the orange-red sun was in the<br />
process of dropping behind the Olympic Mountains as the assassin searched for a place to stay.<br />
There weren't any mom-and-pop-style motels in the downtown area, but Agent 47 happened by<br />
a seedy motor inn on the west side of the lake. It met all of his requirements. According to a sign<br />
in the lobby, the proprietors were willing to let rooms by the hour, day, week, or month. So he<br />
registered as Mr. Metzger, paid for five days in advance, and carried his suitcases up to a<br />
second-floor room.<br />
The door opened into a claustrophobic space that was all too reminiscent of other hotel rooms<br />
he had stayed in over the years. The relatively early hour, along with the rhythmic thump, thump,<br />
thump of a bed hitting the wall next door, suggested that his neighbors were taking advantage<br />
of the motel's hourly rate.<br />
The energetic couple was still at it when 47 left shortly thereafter to return to the Volvo.<br />
His first task for the evening was to find dinner down by the water. That was easy enough to<br />
do, since there were plenty of restaurants along the lake's south shore. It was while he was<br />
looking for a place to park that Agent 47 stumbled across a nonprofit organization dedicated to<br />
the preservation and use of wooden boats. The organization also offered some boats for rent.