Mission completed.
-Stats-
Ranking: Professional Killer
Violence: 2/5
Noise: 1/5
Witnesses: None
Covers blown: 1
-Payment-
Mission completion: $400,000.00
Suit retrieval: -$0.00
Damage control: -$0.00
(( ffuuucckkk this is what happens when I agree to have hits put on me lsdkfjsdsdl
welp
bye guys guess I’m dead ))
All I need is this.
[47 fires the gun, taking out the target. He lets the body drop to the ground and cleans the weapon.]
Sorry.
[He conceals his weapon and leaves the office undetected.]
(Miles’ life flashes before his eyes for a moment. All those years, all those regrets, and his now lost future hits him as hard as the bullet did. He blacks out and collapses to the ground. )
[This is his chance. 47 quickly equips a silenced silverballer and pulls Miles back by the neck. He then draws the gun up to the attorney’s head.]
I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m not in the mood for coffee at the moment.
W-What the— !!
(Miles chokes from the force of the pull. His hands instinctively move up to the attacker’s arms, and he tries to kick his way out. It’s no use.)
What do you want from me?!
[He quickly hides the syringe and places his hand down on the counter.]
Nothing. I was just gonna ask if you needed help with anything.
[A failed attempt. Surely there must be a way to take this man out without using guns…]
Alright then.
[That was weird. …oh well. Miles turns around once more to get some mugs from the cabinet.]
Notoriety: 0/100
Tension: 20/100
Your target is becoming suspicious.
You have not been recorded on CCTV.
Security officals are not detecting any suspicious behaviour.
No thank you.
[47 slowly stands up and equips a poison syringe. He conceals it behind his back as he sneaks into the kitchen.]
[Miles finishes the task and turns around to see his client coming up behind him. That’s odd…]
Woah! What’s up? You need something… ?
Sure. Thank you.
[This is the perfect opportunity. 47 waits patiently for the attorney to make the wrong move.]
(He smiles and turns to leave the room. Walking into the kitchen, he grabs a filter and begins to set up the coffee machine.)
You want anything in yours? We have cream and sugar.
[47 follows Miles in the office and shuts the door. He scans the room quickly but thoroughly, making sure they’re alone. He goes over the windows carefully, making sure there will be no witnesses from across the way.]
[Looks like there’s an exposed window. 47 will have to lead him into another room.]
Can I sit down here?
[He points towards the sofa.]
Of course. Make yourself at home.
I’m gonna go make some coffee. You want some?
Alright.
[He begins to follow Edgeworth to the office. Perhaps the opportunity to strike will be there.]
I’ve been framed for a robbery, and it’s quite frustrating. The owner of the house that was broken into swears her life on the fact that it was me, but…
[He sighs.]
It wasn’t.
Oh, that’s a pickle. I’ll do my best!
(Miles approaches the door and pulls out his keys.)
Here we are. Come inside for a bit.
(The door swings open, and he steps inside.)
