PROMPTS FROM HITMAN 2
* assorted dialogue from the video game, adjust as necessary
at the location. no hostile presence.
tell me about the targets.
you know what we want.
i had such big plans for you.
you had a chance to walk away. why didn't you?
it comes back in flashes. fear. anger. but... like it happened to someone else.
i'm... i'm sorry for your loss.
you made this our fight. now let's even the playing field.
i'm breaking more rules than i care to count.
i remember everything.
that's the catch. the report is redacted. no names, no location.
so what am i missing?
i'll explain when i'm back.
it's a dangerous thing... having a conscience.
i spent a long time feeling guilty about that.
everyone hates power until you offer them some.
only one way to find out, i'm afraid.
i'm sorry you had to endure all that free champagne and cello music.
looks deserted.
is that a sense of humor, [name]? whatever next? crying at the movies?
oh, hell no. how did this end up here?!
think about what that means.
i swear to god, when i find out, you're dead!
we'll cross that bridge when we get there.
we need to know who we're up against.
this is our best lead in twenty years.
i say it's time we break a few rules.
no one's untouchable.
no more. i'm done.
so it's a dead end. i can't track them.
the breadcrumbs were almost too easy to follow. it could be a trap.
why are you doing this?
okay, i'm ready. let's get this thing fixed.
probably just some pitiful cry for help or some shit like that.
a great moment. i cherish the memory to this day.
plenty of spies went dark.
i have just the tool for the job.
i know what it's like to have everything taken from you.
i suggest you get rid of them, [name].
good aim.
what are we looking at?
like i said... it's a long shot.
how does he know about us?
we got what we came for. move out.
maybe next time, then?
it's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.
this is exactly what the enemy wants.
you've seen the pictures, yes?
you should be able to jimmy open the garage door with the proper tool.
i'll call you after the presentation.
the house is just up the beach.
getting caught on tape is the last thing we need.
our intel indicates that she and her team are laying low.
for now, it's information we seek.
infiltrate the house and get us a lead on the shadow client.
up for some b&e?
oh my god! it's really you! it's such an honor to meet you!
on my way.
oh, could you fix me a cup of tea?
we got all we're going to get.
i thought this night would never end. what a snob fest.
according to the local home security provider, the house is equipped with multiple cameras placed around the perimeter.
why don't you search the pool area?
they could be out. could be lying low.
i see them. poor bastards.
i'm not a fool, [name].
she was never shy about collateral damage.
this feels more like identity theft.
what can i say? you really took one for the team.
nothing we can do for these people now.
don't worry. i've got this under control.
imagine what he would do to me if i messed up.
let me just grab a quick selfie with you.
improving on stuff that looks like crap probably isn't too hard.
there might be a concealed space behind the wall.
hurry. i'm detecting movement up the road.
they're back. multiple hostiles.
it won't make a difference. they're too powerful.
good. i will tell you exactly what to do.
take a deep breath and try again.
well done. now get off the property.
they're on high alert, combing the beach for intruders. proceed with caution.
someone will need to stop them. might as well be us.
no, i don't give a rat's ass about it.
i'll head up when i feel like it.
your so called "friend" is working for them now.
he's coming for us. and unlike you, he won't hesitate.
just get me inside.
we can't focus here, all right?
well done, [name]. this should be good.
i'm not as strong as you.
they have to pay for what they did.
it needs to stop. you... need to stop.
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“Your performance was spectacular. You’d make an excellent assassin.” @murderinthemaking
Well, well, well... When Finn was hired to kill a man named Murdock, they hadn't exactly expected to find themself in this position. Some gang hired them to take this guy out since he'd been neglecting to pay some debt that he owed, and Finn had expected it to go the same way it normally did; put on makeup and a revealing dress, flirt with the victim, go home with him, kill him, and then get the big fucking wad of cash that came with the hit. Up until now, it all seemed to be going to plan, and Finn had been walking next to Murdock with the intention of cornering him in his own house when he suddenly pushed them into an alleyway with a knife to their throat.
From the technique he used, it was obvious to Finn that he was a professional, and that somebody had likely put a hit out on them. They were impressed, Your performance was spectacular. You'd make an excellent assassin. "Yeah, you think so?" they respond to his comment, somehow completely unfazed by the fact that they had a knife pressed against their throat. "Maybe I should look into a career change." There's a clicking sound, and suddenly there's the end of something cold and metallic pressed against Murdock's stomach.
Obviously, that seemed to be why she was unfazed... Finn had the end of a loaded gun pressed up right against Murdock's abdomen. "Why don't you pull that pretty knife off my neck and we'll make sure it doesn't hurt when I blow your brains out with my gun, yeah? Unless you like the pain."
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It was about three in the morning, and the window in Yancy's room was wide open. The crisp air wafted through the bedroom and the curtain fluttered in the air, and there was a particularly energetic assassin standing at the foot of his bed with a small plastic bag in their hand. Finn was practically buzzing with energy, their slender frame barely highlighted by the dim moonlight shining through the open window.
It had been so easy to find Yancy's personal home and to break into his house... if he didn't wanna get killed, he should probably do something about that. Even just a couple of thugs posted outside his front door would be a better protection system. Of course, Finn planned on killing him anyway, but just in case someone else wanted to kill him. He was valuable goods, after all, and he couldn't be so carelessly reckless.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" they shout, snatching off the blankets that covered his body and grinning like a maniac. "If you don't get up and at 'em in thirty seconds, I'm shooting your foot so the adrenaline will wake you up... the pain of having a piece of metal lodged in your flesh might help wake you up a little bit too, but you know. Details."
- @lost-in-gardener
Yancy had a couple of different places he stayed at. One was a fifteenth story penthouse apartment that he spent the majority of his time at. That's where he usually had the most security posted outside his door, and... you know, fifteenth fucking story. Anyone wanting to break in another way had to figure it out with that little detail.
His other place was more homey, more of a getaway than anything. And, up until this point, he thought it was more private. He comes to consciousness with the distinct feeling he was being watched, just before someone is yelling and yanking the blankets off his body. His hand is under the pillow in an instant before he's aiming a gun at them.
Is that... no fucking way. He recognizes the voice almost immediately, but he still doesn't lower the gun. Letting out a huff of air, he tries to calm down before the adrenaline makes his heart explode. "What... Finn?? What the fuck?!" He says quietly, voice still rough from sleep. His other hand slaps at the lamp on his bedside table as he sits up, casting a faint glow in the room. At least he wore boxers to bed because he was naked otherwise. "What the hell are you doin' here?"
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