47- Henna Tattoos

  The queue continued to move ahead in fits and starts as a policeman examined the cards proffered by the people who had lined up in front of the operative. Then came the moment of truth as 47 stepped forward.

  The ID was the rightful property of British folk singer Peter Samo, who was currently passed out on Agent 47’s couch. It had been altered by the simple expedient of pasting a picture of the Jammer persona over the photo of a petulant Samo. It was an amateurish job by most standards, but the panoply of henna tattoos that covered the Jammer’s hairless skull, face, neck, and bare arms proved such a distraction that the cop barely glanced at the card before waving him through.
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  Then he had his answer, as a demurely dressed Marla Norton mounted the platform, closely followed by more men wearing sports coats. The assassin felt a jolt of adrenaline enter his bloodstream. Was Al-Fulani about to make an early appearance? Or had his security team simply come to check out the situation? Planning what to do if the shit hit the fan?

  The second possibility seemed the more likely of the two, and as they moved closer, 47 went to one knee next to a row of spotlights, and pretended to inspect them.

  Marla glanced at the tattooed man, wondered why anyone would do such a thing to his body, and turned to look out over the square.

- Hitman: Enemy Within, Chapter 10