Seagulls flutter above and the floor boards on the lower levels of the pier creek as the bald-headed man steps into view. His face looks like it has been chiseled from granite and the only distinguishing mark he has is a bar code tattooed in the back of his neck. He looks up at the broken down house above as the waves splash beneath him. We know him only as 47.
As he climbs to the upper level he spots an ice cream truck. The sign on it says "Freshly made for you" and they have many flavors including Rocky Road and Butter Pecan.
At the end of the pier there's an abandoned amusement park. There's a car parked in front of the gates with a sticker that says "Andrew Chiesler Attorney at Law". The door on the driver's side is open and there's a pool of blood in the front seat. There's also a large puddle outside the car with drag marks leading towards the entrance. He follows the trail and quickly disposes of a patrolling gang banger who gives him attitude at the gate.
After letting himself in he follows the blood to the gift shop. Two punks are guarding the shop's exit but they are easily distracted by the toss of a coin. He then enters the theatre in the opposite building and spots the lawyer, he's bound and gagged and tied to a pony ride, begging for his life. The man responsible for the bondage stands in front of him with a tank of gasoline in his hand, he pours it all over him and sets him on fire. While his screams fade and the arsonist lights his cigarette on his burning corpse our man emerges from the shadows and pulls out his fibre wire, making the process short with his assailant. He tucks the dead man's gun in his waist line.
He climbs a trellis onto a balcony and from there he crosses over to another balcony leading into a room with nothing but a coffee table and a worn down sofa. There's a shotgun leaning on the table which he grabs as he enters the next room. Two guys are playing cards but they don't even have time to get up before he puts their light out with two blasts from the shotgun and he stashes their bodies in suitable compartments, then he hides in the closet.
A disoriented third man dressed in a lab coat enters the room asking for help and when his back is turned he gets a taste of the fibre wire. His clothes and key card come in handy and our man calmly walks past several armed guards on the walkway heading toward the control room. In a supply room he finds a crate with baking soda in which he hides his gun enabling him to get past the security guard with the metal detector outside the control room.
He looks a bit like a plain-clothes Sam Fisher when he takes out the guard in the elevator hanging from the roof hatch. He walks over to the fuse box and pulls some plugs out leaving the adjacent room, which is a drug lab, in total darkness. He quietly sneaks through the laboratory where four girls waring nothing but bikinis and mouth cover work under strict supervision of three gang members.
No one notices him as he enters the men's room on the other side of the lab where a thug is relieving himself. He sneaks up from behind and by using him as a human shield he quickly disposes of the four men in the next room before scattering his brain matter all over the floor. I can't help to shrug a bit over the carnage portrayed before me.
He climbs a tower in the next room and grabs the Dragunov from the suit case in the corner. The three men who are guarding the premises outside are neatly disposed of by use of the sniper rifle. He exits the building and enters the office building across the court yard.
A pretty blond turning out to be his intended victim's secretary is having a conversation with one of the guards. When she is called into his office the guard walks over to the window to grab a smoke, he has no time to regret this mistake before he is pushed out of the window.
There's a bottle of cola on the secretary's desk, he sticks a poisoned syringe through the cap and retreats to the closet and waits. It doesn't take long for the poison to take effect and the girl crumbles behind her desk in agony. He enters the office of his intended victim and when he's shown the photograph of 47's employer's dead son and is told that it's the last thing he'll ever see he starts to plead for his life "Please...haven't I suffered enough?" He gets a bullet in the back of the head and is left to bleed all over the carpet grasping the photograph in his hand.
On the walkway outside the window of the office he finds an explosive device and a remote detonator. He climbs through the window on the other side of the building. He's on a landing overlooking what seems to be a storeroom turned bedroom and the leader of the drug ring is on the bed watching as a stripper is strutting her stuff in front of the bed. A couple of thugs stand beside the bed enjoying the show. He plants the explosives on a winch which on detonation causes a scaffolding to com crashing down from the roof killing three of the men instantly. He then takes care of the drug lord in what for him is an unseemly fashion, by use of a machine gun spraying him with at least eight shots.
When he leaves the room the mission is over and a tabloid is displayed with a big headline reading:
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