So it was a pleasure to see my book ranked #1o9 in Sci-fi. Frankly speaking -I mean writing ;) -I never expected it to do so well. It suddenly gained a lot of reads which forced me to continue writing this book for the sake of those who liked it. I have gained 1.6k reads after 10 chapters and it means a lot to me. Thank you very much once again for your immense support. I promise to keep editing and once I have edited the chapters, I will let you know about it. Kudos everybody :)

Now onto the next chapter,

Sasha stared dumb-founded towards the speeding car in front of her boyfriend's body which seemed pretty lifeless. As if remembering that she has to take him to the hospital, she crouched down on the floor, took him in her arms and shook him vigorously trying to wake the love of her life up. She wailed out when she saw him not waking up. What had the guy given him? Why did he attack him? Did Jack know the guy? Questions were swirling like whirlpools in her head. She felt as if the man was familiar but her tampered memories did not really help. She turned and looked at Jack. For a while she couldn't understand what she was going to do. Her hands were shaking while her soft plump lips were quivering not because of the environmental decrease in temperature but because of the adrenaline rush taking place in her body. All in all she felt out of this world. 

"Jack, baby wake up!" 

"Look I can't pull you up honey. Please wake up and help your girlfriend." She spoke desperately expecting him to wake up just like they did in the movies. But she failed to understand, that it was reality. 

She was so shaken up that she felt as if she was momentarily dead. But she had to act judicious for the guy lying in front of her in her arms. She tried -keyword tried- pulling him and managed to put him in her car and tried calling 911. Her shaky hands were doing two crucial jobs - driving the car and calling 911. 

"Hello, what is your emergency?" 

"My b-boyf-friend w-was a-attacked." With that said she burst into tears.

"My dear, it is alright. You need to stop crying. Nothing has happened to him. He will be okay and for that you need to tell me, where you are." The female dispatcher spoke in a soft tone and tried to calm down her caller. 

"N-Near t-the b-b-bridge. T-The o-one ab-bove the Hudson river." Sasha couldn't help her stuttering at the moment. She was clearly very afraid, the 911 dispatcher noted.

"Honey, don't worry we shall be right there. Just stay calm. Okay?" 

"Y-Yes!" With that Sasha dropped her phone and wailed like there was no tomorrow. 

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"You gotta be kidding me, doc." Diana shrieked. She could not believe it. Dr.Chrome was going to expose them all. 

"I know it was wrong Diana, but I couldn't do anything. I really wish 47 was with me." He said feeling annoyed with himself. The Agency was at a high risk. Anything could have happened. Anything.

Diana snorted quite unladylike. 

"47? Had you taken him with yourself he would have stood there and gawked at the poor lass like a hunter." With that Dr. Chrome smirked. 

"Don't worry. He is getting his girl soon." With that he pecked Diana's cheeks and left while Diana stood and blushed like high school girl.

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Dr. Chrome was busy with the DNA splicing for the next assassin. The assassin who was going to possess tremendous powers, extreme beauty and lots of stealth. She was going to be the next super-power of the world. She was definitely made to be better than and for 47. 

Just thinking of his son brought a small smile on his face. He remembered how 47 first opened his eyes and stared at everyone with a blank look on his face. On the lower back of his head, there was a tattoo or rather a number. The tattoo that differentiated him from his father. 

640509-040147

Seeing the foetus, in front of him made him even more happy. His son deserved a happy ending. He deserved to come home to a woman waiting for him to serve him with delicious hot food. He did not bother to think of what 47 would do after eating his supper with his woman. 

Even though artificially derived, 47 was still a human. He deserved emotions - happiness, sadness, anger, anxiety. 47 was practically devoid of emotions. He always had a poker face before. 

But now, he was different. 

Dr. Chrome couldn't help feeling shocked when he got to know that 47 had been bedding ladies for the past few months. He almost sputtered the water that he was drinking when he heard Diana saying about the way 47 had been warming up to a lady's touch. It was unbelievable. 

He was happy that 47 was feeling a tingling sensation in his heart every time the meat king contract is raised. He could not believe, 47 fell for a girl he met for a few minutes. 

He was happy when Sandra's father had given them the message that his kidnapped daughter was found because according to 47 she was missing. That was the only objective 47 could not complete because by then the girl had managed to escape through an underground tunnel. Dr.Chrome felt bad when Mr. Reinhart said that his daughter seemed to have a memory loss. Dr. Chrome felt himself rile up when he remembered what her father had said when he asked for his daughter to befriend 47.

'That hitman has caused enough problems for my daughter; he will never come close to her. Not even over my dead body.' 

Dr. Chrome was definitely irritated when he heard the ungrateful man speak those vile words. How could he forget that had it not been for 47, his daughter would have been dead. 

It annoyed him when people always considered his son to be a ruthless murderer. He was indeed a ruthless murderer only for the goons. He took law upon his hands to save innocent civilians from dying at the hands of the mafia, but nobody understood his actions or the reason why he was made. They were so ungrateful. Had it not been for his son, no family would be able to sleep without constantly staying up in the fear of being slaughtered by the goons and the mafias. Had it not been for his son, no daughter would be left a pure virgin. 

But people were ungrateful butt holes, thought Dr. Chrome. 

He was happy to finally get a hold on the girl and take out her ovum. This way he could create a clone out of her as well as an assassin. With one stone he killed two birds.

Dr. Chrome smirked to himself and thought,

'Aren't I the best scientist in the entire world?'