47- Diana Satellite View

 So there the “record producer” was, lying in a chaise longue and soaking up the warm Moroccan sun when his phone began to beep. The assassin flipped the device open and brought it to his ear.

  “Yeah? Talk to me.”

  Hundreds of miles away, deep within the Jean Danjou’s hull, Diana looked up at one of the twenty-four monitors arrayed around her. The shot was being relayed to her from a spy sat, and, thanks to lots of magnification, she could see 47 and the scantily clad young people sprawled all around him. Groupies, for the most part, who, having followed their favorite bands to Fez, were in need of a place to stay. Having been taken in by a free-spending producer known as “The Jammer,” they had unwittingly become an important part of 47’s cover.

  “You look comfortable,” Diana commented. “Too comfortable for someone who is supposed to be at work.”

  The assassin said, “Screw you,” and directed a one-fingered salute up at the sky. If any of the young things sunbathing all around the agent thought that was strange, they gave no sign of it.

  Diana chuckled.
...

  “No,” 47 replied honestly. “I’m not sure. But it’s too late to bail out. The target should be in the ruins by now. Or am I wrong?”

  “Oh, he’s there, all right,” Diana confirmed, as she eyed the monitor in front of her. The spooky-looking thermal images were being provided by one of three state-of-the-art surveillance satellites that The Agency owned. Just one of the reasons why it took so much money to keep the murder-for-hire organization up and running.

  The Puissance Treize killer was represented by a stationary green blob. Smaller heat signatures, all of which belonged to various animals, left occasional streaks on the screen.

- Hitman: Enemy Within, Chapters 10 and 20