Hello again, audience! Once again, comgratulations to Infinite-Bit for winning the challenge from the last chapter! Anyway, on to the action!

The first thing that Bruce noticed was a large expanse of open yard between the area where he was, a small border of bushes and trees, and the house of the target. He decided to walk around the border, staying in the bushes in the hopes of not being spotted, and checking out the entire area. After walking around twice, he found three entrances, twenty guards patrolling either outside or staying in a single room of the house, and only the four cameras that he noticed before. He had to find a way to get around those cameras, without getting caught. He started to pull out his silenced pistol from his shoulder holster, then froze as he heard someone coming in that direction, way too close for comfort. He scrambled up a tree, somehow managing to be silent, then watched as a gardner came by, spraying some sort of chemical on the plants.

After about ten minutes, Bruce was finally sure that the gardner was far enough away, and he climbed down the tree. Those chemicals could prove useful... He thought. Then again, they are pretty bulky...probably easier to just use my gun or the carbon fiber...

After another minute of watching the guards walking back and forth, Bruce finally managed to get an idea of the pattern, and used that to determine when to shoot the nearest camera. Pulling out the pistol, he steadied it with one hand and pulled the trigger with the other. The camera merely shuddered as the bullet passed through it, killing the feed to whomever was watching. He realized that he would have to hurry now, he ran up to a cellar door that he had his eye on for his entrance. Unfortunately, it was padlocked, but that was quickly solved with another silenced pistol shot.

Bruce slowly opened the door, peaking inside to make sure no one was on the other side. Confident that the coast was clear, he went inside and closed the door behind him. The cellar was too dark to see in, but after a minute, his night vision kicked in, allowing him to see the outlines of bottles of wine, cans of...something, and tables of drugs. He walked forward, checking around the corners before walking around them, just as he was taught not even two weeks ago. He walked up to the door out of the cellar and checked under the crack of the door. He would have used the keyhole, but honestly, that would just be silly. After all, keyholes are always filled with the mechanics that make the lock work, making them almost impossible to see through.

After making sure that there wasn't anyone around to see him, at least as far as he could tell, Bruce opened the door, breathing out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he found the door to be unlocked. Looking to the left, then the right, he found himself at the corner of a turn in the hall, either way stretching out in front or to the side of him. No one was there in either part of the hall, allowing Bruce to continue walking through the hall, passing a few doors on the way. None of those interested him, however, because he figured that the Hiram would most likely be at the top of the building for safety, or at some meeting place elswhere in the house. The only thing that troubled him was that there were no footsteps that he could hear.

Shaking his head of these doubts, Bruce crept along the hall, ducking down under the windows, speeding up past doors, staying completely silent the whole way through. At the very end of the long hallway was a door that seemed more used than the others that he passed. Checking inside, he saw no feet within his vision, instead he saw stairs. Score! he thought excitedly. He slowly opened the door, making sure that the well-worn metal didn't squeak as he did so, and snuck in and up the stairs. He noticed three floors, however, as he was watching from outside, so he knew he still had one more floor to go. The set of stairs that he was walking up, unfortunately, only went up the one floor, but he knew that the stairs going up one more floor would be close by. As soon as he got to the top of the enclosed staircase, he opened the door to the next hallway, exiting quicker than he should have...

A man was walking away from Bruce, making his job at least a little easier, though the guard started to turn around as soon as he heard the door opening. Bruce rushed up as silently as he could, pulling out the carbon fiber as he went along. He reached the guard before he could fully turn around, and Bruce kicked the man in the back of the leg, directly behind the knee, causing him to fall to his knees. The guard let out a small cry as he was falling, but that was quickly silenced by the fiber wire going around his neck. Bruce tightened the wire as much as he could, despite his training telling him otherwise, and the man eventually fell limp.

Bruce brought him into the enclosed stairwell as quickly as he could, dragging him silently along, and dropped him there, almost forgetting the fiber wire. He went back into the hallway, putting the wire back into his pocket while he did so, and turned to the right, towards the nearest door. He checked under the door, as usual, and after assuring himself of the lack of guards, he opened the door and walked in. Unfortunately, he found himself inside of a storage closet. Crap, crap, crap! he thought, annoyed that he would do something so stupid, wasting precious seconds that he couldn't spare!

He went out of the supply closet and turned left, towards the other door that he saw. This one looked about as well worn as the last door to a stairwell, so after checking under the doorway, he walked in and found himself in another stairwell. He went up as quickly as he could while remaining silent, trying to regain the time that he lost. Opening the next door, after taking the necessary precautions, of course, Bruce found himself in, surprise surprise, another hallway. After looking around near the staircase and seeing no obvious "Boss guy here" type doors, he walked around a bit, cautiously going around the third hallway today. He did the same ducking-under-windows, speeding-past-doors routine that filled his trip on the first floor, until he saw a pair of big, beautifully decorated doors. He stopped in front of them, thinking about what just happened.

He killed three people, broke into someones house, all to "take out" some guy he didn't even know. The unfortunate part was that he was already too far into this to turn back. Something was always pushing him to continue, to fight, even to kill, though whether it was adrenaline, the need to avenge his family, his training, or that "spark" that 47 kept saying that he had, he didn't know. What he did know, however, was that he did all of these things, he couldn't take them back, couldn't restart, and that he had to keep going, to keep killing, for his parents, for the people these drug dealers and assassins have killed, and for the hope that after all of this work, all of this research, all of this murder, that he could go to some beach and just forget about it all under a fake name.

No challenge this chapter, but if you guys can guess what will happen next, I'll give you a hint as to what my next story will be about! Of course, if you guys don't guess, then I won't send the hint to anyone, but even if you're wrong about what will happen in the next chapter, I'll still send out the hint to you! I'm just that nice. And don't forget that I'm taking story ideas still, even while I'm already working on three stories right now. Anyway, see you guys next time!