47- Fleeing Woman

  That left the girl, who was now hysterical. She started to run back to the port side, yelling bloody murder.

  47 raised the gun again to eliminate her from the equation—but his hand unwillingly trembled. Nevertheless, he squeezed the trigger.

  A miss! How could that happen?

  By then the girl had disappeared behind the bulkhead, running along the port side toward the bow.

  47 took off after her.

  Even though she had long, muscular legs, 47 was taller, stronger, and was genetically engineered to be a superior athlete in every way. He caught her in six seconds, and they weren’t halfway to the ship’s midpoint.

  The assassin picked her up by the waist, even with the Glock in his right hand. She continued to scream and struggle.

- Hitman: Damnation, chapter 2