47- French

  Having downloaded a photo of his contact the evening before, it was easy for Agent 47 to pick the Frenchman out of the crowd and saunter over to his linen-covered table. A straw hat shaded a long, narrow face, which was partially obscured by a bushy beard and the top half of a newspaper.

  “Excuse me,” 47 said. “Are you Professor Rollet?” The words were in French, just one of many languages the assassin had been force-fed as a child.

  The eyes that rose to meet 47’s were blue and bright with intelligence.

  “Yes, I am,” the academic confirmed. “And you are?”

  “I’m a friend of Bob Denard,” the assassin lied, referencing the infamous French mercenary.

  “Ah, yes,” Rollet responded. “Welcome to Fez, monsieur. Please, have a seat. Would you care for some breakfast?”

  “I certainly would,” 47 replied as he took a chair.

- Hitman: Enemy Within, Chapter 6