So, let’s make one thing clear: I am not a patient man. I compulsively tap my foot when confronted with a short queue at the supermarket or the nail salon. I dementedly pace the floors of my apartment while waiting for my mail order Cheese Of The Month parcels to arrive. And I collapse into an Alex Mack-style puddle of dismay when confronted with slow service at my local lasagne parlour.
It’s a deficiency that makes me terribly unqualified for a career in the world of wetwork, which (I’m told) requires vast reserves of patience as well as a steely temperament and pitiless resolve. As a restless, weak-kneed bon vivant, I suspect I probably wouldn’t make it through the Agency’s stringent vetting process. But that’s the challenge my OXM handlers have assigned me: to pull off the perfect assassination on the Sapienza level of Hitman.
My first target is Silvio Caruso, a bioengineer who lives and works within a tightly-guarded mansion-cum-laboratory. My second target is Francesca De Santis, an amoral boffin labouring on Caruso’s estate. I’ll also have to destroy the high-tech designer virus they’re synthesising in the property’s subterranean biolab before I can make my escape. It all sounds like a doddle, right?
I start by strolling the streets to gather intel, wandering nonchalantly around in my tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt. After a few laps of the town centre, I’ve established the lay of the land, and I make my way to the local gelateria. But it’s not ice cream cones that I have in mind – I’m thinking about cones… of murder! You see, I’ve noticed that this store faces directly onto the Caruso estate, and what’s more, it’s connected to the town’s clock tower. If I can reach the top of this tower, I might just have the vantage point I need to gun down my target from afar. Within minutes, I’m in the store’s main stairwell, ascending to discover the ideal sniping position. The only problem: I don’t have a sniper rifle.
Dejected, I grab a grubby lead pipe (it’s better than nothing) from the floor and make my descent. But my dismal sense of direction soon leads me astray, and I find myself stumbling into the grungy homestead of a tie-dyed hippie, who sits serenely in a wicker chair surrounded by peace-sign posters and weed-smoking paraphernalia. I am transfixed. As such, I’m completely alarmed when suddenly he gets up from his chair. Startled, I jab at the melee button, momentarily forgetting that 47 is currently wielding a hefty lead pipe. It connects with a sickening crunch, and I barely have time to change into the man’s clothes and pick up his cannabis joint before fleeing the scene, distraught.
I spend the next few minutes strolling in the sun, my flip-flops flapping against the cobbled streets. I try pressing every button in an effort to make 47 sample his newly acquired drug-cigarette – if there was ever a man who could unwind a little, it’s Agent 47 – but the assassin remains stubbornly unstoned. Begrudgingly, I return to the perimeter of the Caruso estate in search of likely points of ingress, and discover a crumbling wall that’s low enough for a man of 47’s considerable brawn to scale. We’re in.
And would you believe it – Caruso stands almost in front of me! He’s surrounded by pesky bodyguards, but I quickly spy an opportunity. As the sentries turn a corner, I pounce, grabbing my target in a choke hold that leaves him unconscious on the floor. Several problems quickly become apparent. 1) I did not kill Silvio Caruso. 2) His guards saw and heard the entire thing. 3) They are now very angry at me.
I steel myself for a confrontation as the closest guard charges towards me. Unfortunately, the melee button is also the ‘Snap Neck’ button when 47 is positioned above a unconscious body. So, instead of throwing a punch at the oncoming guard, I gasp as my bald avatar bends over and finishes Caruso off like he was an ailing roadside deer. Barely a second later, 47 is riddled with bullets, and failure slaps me about the face like the flipper of an irate turtle. My impatience has been the death of me.
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