“Good morning, 47. Your destination is the Himmapan luxury hotel resort on the Chao Phraya River, just outside Bangkok. Your target today is Blue Seed Pharmaceuticals. Robert Fielding is the creator of the company and still holds the majority of the stocks. He began the company’s shady business practices when he cut corners on manufacturing and encouraged his employees to illegally dump chemicals over twenty years ago, leading to many deaths in the areas surrounding his factories. His business practices have not changed. He recruited Nadia Smith, known for her cold, ruthless business attitudes as CEO of Blue Seed five years ago and the company’s lawsuits have only increased. Lawsuits they pay their way out of. However, they finally impacted the wrong family. Our client wishes to remain nameless, but they lost a child to one of Blue Seed’s cancer drugs and they are not willing to let Blue Seed pay their way out of this one. They have requested we retrieve a data drive with all of Blue Seed’s safety data on it so they can release it to the world and destroy the company entirely. I will leave you to prepare.”

Diana’s voice was tighter than normal. 47 noted it as he gathered the tools he needed and loaded the flight information onto his phone. She was invested in this case. She was almost always at least somewhat invested - 47 had learned over the years that Diana cared deeply about their clients and about changing the world to be a better place. A place where people like Robert Fielding and Nadia Smith weren’t allowed to live without consequences. She’s rarely reacted like this. With personal investment. He slipped an extra rubber duck in his pocket. If Diana wanted these people dead and the company destroyed, 47 would make it happen.

The luxury hotel came into view as 47 approaches on a valet’d boat and Diana’s voice began in his ear.

“Welcome to Bankock, 47. Blue Seed Pharmaceuticals has taken over the Queen’s wing for a conference to announce the release of their latest cancer treatment drug - Vitallife - in this luxury hotel. The conference is on the first two floors and Robert Feilding has been seen circulating through, though not as much as expected. It seems he is distracted by the Science Fiction convention taking place in the Emperor’s wing of the building. Meanwhile, Nadia Smith and her assistant are holed up in the Queen suit, working frantically with lawyers to suppress the complaints about Vitallife and dismiss the lawsuits before they go public. The drive containing the safety data should be somewhere nearby, I can’t imagine Nadia would let it out of her sight. Her assistant hasn’t left her side since they arrived for the conference but I’m sure you can make that work. After all, they want a popular press release to come out of this conference, and this will be one to remember. Good luck, 47.”

The hotel was large, with many windows and access points - both intended and unintended. A small garden out front with guests mingling gave access to both the restaurant and staff areas as well as enhancing the front view of the building aesthetically. The dock and staircase provided a grand entrance with little chance of tripping or injury. There were two distinct wings of the hotel, which were being used by different groups. Access between the two was restricted and the groups did not mingle. The brightly coloured costumed guests stayed away from the guests in business suits. With a few notable exceptions.

47 considered his mission and his approach.

□Eliminate Robert Fielding
□Eliminate Nadia Smith
□Retrieve Data Disk

47 entered the lobby and observed a large poster on the doorway leading to what appeared to be a restaurant - a calming blue with a stylized logo that could have been a seed in the right light. The poster advertised the “Unveiling of the latest in Blue Seed cancer cures”. Despite Blue Seed’s latest drug failing all trials - both to be fit for human use and to cure cancer at all.

To one side of the door, a young woman in a Blue Seed uniform was taking invitations. Diana spoke up, “it appears that you need an invitation to enter the conference. I wonder if one of the attendees could be…persuaded to part with theirs.” 47 considered that line of approach for a moment and calculated that an invitation likely would have ended up in the hotel’s laundry room - discarded and awaiting appropriation.

□Enter laundry

But first he checked in.

“Welcome to Bankok, Mr. Rieper.” The man handing him his room key was about his size, good as a source for a potential uniform. The woman behind him was obviously the manager and would be an enforcer if she was any good at her job.

He headed to the stairs but instead of heading up to his room, he headed down to the staff areas in the basement.

He paused at a pile of clothing and foam that lay beside a container of rat poison. This was a costume. Diana spoke up, “Interesting, 47. There is a science fiction convention happening in the opposite wing. This appears to be a costume for a popular character. I wonder who left it here. It looks to be about your size.”

47 assessed the costume for a moment before confirming it was his size. There was an opportunity here to make Fielding’s death appear to be unrelated to their client’s vendetta against Blue Seed. Good.

He dressed, leaving his suit in a discrete bag in the corner.

He was now in some sort of one piece jumper that was blue on the top and black from the waist down. The costume included a black wig, some ear prosthetics, and an intricately detailed yet ultimately flimsy prop of a futuristic gun.

Emerging back into the lobby, 47 observed the science fiction attendees all wore lanyards with badges on them. Someone outside the hotel should have one he could acquire.

□Return to cosplay group

47 followed the excited voices to the garden. He absently noted that the doors to the restaurant were closed and locked. They were not barred shut. He turned his attention to a group of people lingering in the garden. They were dressed in similar one piece uniforms as his costume. There was a photographer set up nearby. He approached.

“Oh my god, you made it!! See guys, I told you Spirk520 wasn’t a flake! Over here over here!!”

47 participated in their photoshoot. He held his fake gun at the ready and looked at the camera. Several participants commented on his blank face being “the best they ever saw!”

Soon the photoshoot was over; 47 had a picture sent to one of Diana’s burner accounts. The group’s organizer began talking as the group dispersed, “okay, everyone got their stuff. Oh shit! That’s right, I still have your badge, here you go!”

The badge went around his neck and his entry into the science fiction convention was acquired.

Diana had been quiet but now she spoke up, “Those photos are certainly something to behold, 47. I’ll have them archived for posterity. And that group of fans has given you VIP access to the entire science fiction convention. I wonder what opportunities are in store.

✔ Mission: Cosplay 47

47 entered the science fiction convention from the lobby. His VIP badge got him into all the public facing areas but none of the back areas. He scrutinized an artist’s booth to blend in as Fielding walked through the area.

“That is Robert Fielding. Creator and current majority shareholder of Blue Seed Pharmaceuticals,” Diana confirmed.

The man was easy to tail, neither he nor his bodyguard paying any attention to the people around them. Fielding stopped in front of a door to a room and harassed the staff for a minute.

“What do you mean he isn’t available! This is his scheduled signing time! I want to meet him! I paid a ridiculous amount of money to meet the voice of MegaMartian! He better be here the next time I check.”

That sounded promising. 47 leaned against the wall behind a large cutout of a woman in improbable space gear and listened to some staff within the barred room talk.

“I don’t blame Mr. Power for avoiding the signing when the only person who wants to see him is that rich, entitled jerk,” one of the staff said.

“Who even is this guy anyway, normally only the big stars have their own rooms for signing. This guy’s practically a nobody,” their partner scoffed.

“He voiced some character in the 80’s that was really popular. Apparently.”

“Wow. You really do only need one big break.”

Diana spoke up, “Interesting. It seems that Robert Fielding is somewhat obsessed with a voice act from the 80’s. The voice actor, Kevin Power, appears to be hiding in a green room - avoiding his scheduled signing time. I think you have an opportunity to make this a meet and greet of a lifetime.”

□Find Voice Actor

47 agreed. He tossed a coin into the corner and both staff looked that way, allowing 47 to slip past them, into the signing room. There was a single hotel staff deep in the room, mopping a spill; she knew a general member of the public was not supposed to be in the room, but she didn’t look up from her work as 47 walked to the window and hopped out and onto a small ledge that ran around most of the building. 47 shimmied along the ledge until he heard a man talking.

“No Donna, I haven’t made any money yet. No one wants to buy my autograph. Why would they? I’m a washout. I made that one cartoon and never got another real acting job.”

□Become Voice Actor

47 waited until the man was turned away from the window and pulled himself inside, avoiding the gaze of his assistant as well. A quick scan of the room and the man’s waterbottle stood out. 47 dodged their lines of sight and when the voice actor distracted leaning out the window and the assistant was distracted paging through a clipboard, 47 pulled out the rat poison he had put in his pocket earlier. He stayed out of sight until the voice actor took a drink of the water and promptly reacted to the poison. 47 followed him to the attached bathroom - the assistant was disgusted and kept studying her clipboard.

In the bathroom, 47 quietly choked the voice actor out and lifted him into a large laundry bin. Then 47 stripped him neatly and changed clothing. The voice actor wore a t-shirt with a graphic on the front, along with a pair of ill-fitting jeans. His identifying accessories were a badge that listed him as a “guest” and a bright green hat shaped like a stereotypical alien head.

□Head to Signing Table

After avoiding the voice actor’s assistant, 47 walked the main hall to the signing room. No one knew he was not the real Kevin Power. He sat at the table and got out a dark green marker from the jeans pocket.

□Attend the signing

There was a long wait before anyone arrived. But eventually one or two people wandered in, paid the asking price and 47 signed Kevin Power’s name on their merchandise.

“A meeting to die for.”

And eventually Robert Fielding rushed up and began talking about how much of a fan he was and how much this meant to him. He demanded an autograph.

“How much will it cost for a private photoshoot?” he demanded.

“It will cost an arm and a leg” 47 responded and scribbled an illegible signature on the pristine copy of a vhs case.

“Let’s go then!” Fielding said, without even stopping to think. He turned to his bodyguard, “wait outside, this is just for me.”

The bodyguard dutifully left, closing the door behind him. Fielding immediately began snapping photos, getting very close, slinging his arm over 47’s shoulders. Or trying to. 47 slung his own arm around Fielding’s neck as Fielding demanded, “do the voice! I always want to hear MegaMartian!”

“My voice will be the last one you hear,” 47 replied. Fielding made a confused noise that cut off as 47 cut off his air and strangled him with his bicep before snapping his neck.

□Eliminate Robert Fielding

“Target down. A nicer ending than he deserved. Next up Nadia Smith.”

47 stuffed the body into a giant prop car before exiting through the window again. As he scaled the wall back to the ground he pondered the vitriol in Diana’s voice. She rarely made emotional statements over communication devices, always aware that someone could be listening.

✔ Mission: 47 Manhunter

47 dropped down behind a bunch of large boxes, making his landing soft enough not to startle the cannoodling couple on the other side.

“Hmmm. Nadia Smith is expecting several legal documents pertaining to the case against Blue Seed’s latest drug to be delivered today and I believe they were using this company to deliver them. Let's make sure she gets a full service delivery.” Diana’s voice faded out and 47 peaked over the boxes. Sure enough, a delivery driver in a red and yellow uniform was attached at the lips to a person in a skin tight latex bodysuit.

□Find Documents

The delivery driver’s scooter wasn’t far away, also yellow and red. It was in full view of various staff and a security guard. Likely, the only people allowed to touch the scooter were people in the delivery uniform. However, cover was available on the approach. 47 snuck behind a few more boxes and hid in a bush behind the scooter until the exact moment everyone was looking away. He popped up and grabbed the package of papers from the unlocked back of the scooter and ducked down again. He crept back to the boxes he originally dropped down behind and then climbed through an open window into the hotel. He was once again surrounded by science fiction guests.

□Find Courier Uniform

He couldn’t simply go back and lure the driver away from her partner - 47 wouldn’t fit in her uniform. He exited the convention to the lobby and remembered the floor plans Diana sent him before the mission started - there should be a washroom by the stairwell of the wing with the conference. The guards at the entrance wouldn’t allow him to enter without an invitation. 47 ducked back into the staff areas and took a winding, slow route that eventually took him into the conference wing, he stopped by the staff locker room and changed into a staff uniform to ease his way. Just before reaching the door back into the guest areas, 47 ducked into a large storage locker, as a man came around the corner. He looked stressed and was talking rapidly into his phone.

“I need to do this! I know it’ll probably get me fired but we can’t do these clinical trials. People are going to die! The drug isn’t ready yet. I know Ms. Smith is going to be angry but we can’t ignore this. Yes, I have a meeting with her. In an hour.”

Diana spoke up, “it appears that the latest Blue Seed research isn’t ready to be tested yet. This man is the scientist willing to try and stop them before they start human trials. He has a meeting with Nadia Smith, a perfect opportunity. Let’s relieve him of his burden of responsibility, 47.”

47 considered it before rejecting the opportunity. He would keep it as a potential avenue of access should the courier not deliver.

He made his way easily to the bathroom from there. None of the conference guests cared about seeing a staff person striding through the halls. Upon entering the bathroom, 47 found the courier hunched over a toilet. 47 barely took notice of a Blue Seed syringe on the floor as he hit the man in the head with a soda can he’d picked up on the way. He stashed the man in a large laundry hamper and quickly changed into his uniform.

□Talk to Head of Security

He headed to the main areas of the conference - the head of security roamed the conference. 47 wandered through the restaurant area and saw the celebrity chef.

“Apparently CEO Nadia Smith was the person to request the presence of Chef Ron Turkoz. A celebrity chef renowned for his experimental yet homey cooking style. She has requested a dish delivered by the chef himself. Let’s see what the hold up is.” Diana said in his ear. Another good back up plan. Diana had much less investment in this angle of approach so 47 did not consider it for long.

47 headed up the stairs toward the bar and met the Head of Security coming down.

“There you are, the app said you were here an hour ago, hand me the package and get out of here.”

“I can only hand it to a ‘Ms. Nadia Smith’ directly,” 47 said. He wasn’t even lying, the documentation indicated she needed to sign for it. The head of security made a frustrated noise before indicating 47 should follow him.

□Follow Head of Security

They walked down the hallway past the bar and 47 ducked into an open room to avoid one of the hotel security guards who could tell he wasn’t the real courier. In the room, the door to the bathroom was locked and there was a young man panicking inside. 47 saw a note on the television stand. He picked it up.

“Syl, Kelsi Minetti just fired me because some fan liked my dancing more than hers. I don’t know what I’m going to do. You hired her because of me and now she’s firing me? Please help me fix this. - Your brother”

Syl was obviously Sylvia - Nadia Smith’s assistant. This could be useful.

47 pocketed the note and rejoined the Head of Security by the stairs where he was waiting. They climbed the stairs and entered the main suite on the top floor of the wing. Polished floors and large windows and luxury all around. 47 and the Head of Security lingered by the entrance as the CEO came to them.

“That is Nadia Smith, CEO of Blue Seed Pharmaceuticals.” Diana confirmed as the woman came around a corner. Her assistant was two steps behind her.

“Courier for you, says you have to sign for the documents,” the Head of Security said as Smith approached.

“Of course I do, these are sensitive documents, how did you even get your job?” Smith sounded annoyed. Good. She would be easier to manipulate. “You there, hand over the package.”

“Please sign your life away on this line,” 47 said.

Smith rolled her eyes and said, “you aren’t funny.” But she took the clipboard and pen. She actually read the delivery documents before signing them, which gave 47 a moment to turn to the assistant - Sylvia.

“I was given this note by a young man in a hotel room, to be delivered to you.”

She took the note, read it, and became angry. Her posture stiffened and she turned to Smith, “Ms. Smith, it seems one of the talent we hired doesn’t fully respect who she’s been hired by. I need to deal with this immediately.”

Smith didn’t even look up from the delivery documents as she waved her off.

They were alone.

□Deliver the package

She signed and held out her hand for the package. 47 handed it over and she attempted to dismiss him with a “you can show yourself out.”

“The nerve of this woman,” Diana said, voice tight with anger. “Her company has caused such harm and she is so cavalier about it.”

“I don’t believe I can,” 47 said.

“What?” She was appalled.

“Your company refuses to dispose of medical waste properly. It is now my job to do so.”

There was a moment of confusion on her face before she went pale. “No. This is impossible! I’ll double whatever they’re paying you!”

“That’s not how this works Ms. Smith,” 47 said as he advanced further into the suite.

She scrambled back into the office and fumbled for the phone on the desk, “Sylvia, Sylvia pick up!”

“She doesn’t have time for you,” 47 said, backing her up to the open window, “the same way you don’t have time for the victims of your untrialed drugs.”

“Do it, 47,” Diana said, voice hard.

47 did. He pushed Nadia Smith from the window.

“Target down. An appropriate ending. Now to find the data.” Diana said. 47 could tell she was satisfied.

□Eliminate Nadia Smith
✔ Mission: It’s not Delicious, It’s Delivery

47 crouched by the window, ignoring the screams of people below. Smith had dropped a key. 47 picked it up and looked around the office. A painting stood out, it was slightly askew. 49 moved it aside and used the key to open the safe. Inside was a usb stick with the information the client requested. 47 picked it up.

□Retrieve Data

“All targets complete. Head toward an exit.”

They were the same words Diana always said at the end of a mission but this time she seemed much more satisfied. This mission was more personal. 47 wouldn’t ask about it, no need to draw attention to it if anyone was listening. If Diana felt the need to inform him later, he would listen but he didn’t need to know. He trusted Diana. If she needed to destroy this company for personal reasons, 47 was satisfied to see it done.

He walked back to the stairwell where he left his suit and changed back into it. He walked out of the front entrance of the hotel, got into the boat and drove himself away from the mission.

Diana spoke one last time, “well done, 47. With the release of this data, Blue Seed will dissolve and the victims will get recompense and closure for their crimes.”

She paused for a moment before saying, more quietly, “thank you, 47.”

TIMES NEWSPAPER

Startling events yesterday!

At 5pm yesterday, a data leak at Blue Seed Pharmaceuticals confirmed what protest groups around the world have been reporting for years. The data confirms that Blue Seed has been falsifying trials in pursuit of getting their drugs on the market earlier than their competitors. They have also been dumping medical waste into the water surrounding their factories and trial facilities. Those, among other crimes, have resulted in many deaths. The courts have jumped on this and have an airtight case against Blue Seed.

It seems as though CEO Nadia Smith knew this was coming, she jumped from a window in the Queen Suite at the Himmapan Hotel at 2pm that afternoon, interrupting the conference Blue Seed was hosting to promote their latest cancer drug - Vitallife. (Now confirmed to have failed all its trial stages.) Also interrupted was the prestigious science fiction awards convention taking place in the other wing of the hotel. Robert Fielding’s body was found stuck inside the original prop of a murderous car. He was a known sci-fi fanatic, did he get pay to get access to this prop and get himself stuck inside? Investigations into both deaths are ongoing.