Here is the next chapter. Enjoy :)

Dr. Chrome was livid. Everyone in the room knew that. His 'calm before the storm' attitude was even more scary than his 'angry tiger' one. All the students and assistant scientists were only giving short glances to Diana silently pleading her to calm him down. Diana was irritated too. This was something which involved her best friend 47. Even though 47 never cared about anybody, she knew she was an exception.

She knew Jake was beyond frustrated but she had to calm him down before he did something which might become the seed to other various problems. They had to do something rather than create a ruckus like an unruly herd of elephants.

*1 hour earlier*

A shadow loomed upon the huge tank which held the heart of Agent 47. The shadowed man so affectionately called 'Wolverine' pulled out the wires attached to the tank. He then carefully climbed over the ladder and took of the lid off of the tank. The young girl had definitely grown into a voluptuous woman and his mouth watered at the site. Trying to control his androgen, he pulled the girl out effectively and detached all the wires from her body. He covered her body with a towel while trying his best not to act like a wild beast and ravish the beauty lying in his arms. He carried her and walked out of the laboratory as stealthily as possible.

As soon as he reached a car, he picked at its lock and hot-wired the Audi and raced out of the gates which were foolishly left open by a guard who was seduced by a female colleague of Wolverine. A smirk took over his scarred face and he turned to look at the future hit woman.

He deducted one thing - she could kill with her beauty.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the familiar buzzing of his phone. The caller id indicated it was his boss and the underworld don - Milano.

"Status?" Was all he asked.

"I have the girl." He replied in his monotone.

On the other side, Milano's happiness knew no bounds. Finally he found the most feared agent's soft spot. His adrenaline rush pumped into his circulation. Just the mere sentence was what he wanted to hear. Now he was going to give rise to a new murderer. Everything was finally back into place and he could start his reign over the underworld again.

"Good boy! How much do you want?" Milano chirped his voice reeking of joy.

"I want the girl." Wolverine's reply forced Giuseppe Milano to give up his moment of joy. What did he mean by saying 'he wants the girl'?

"What do you mean?" He sneered out through the phone. If the boy had been in front of him he would have choked his neck already.

"She belongs to you professionally. I don't care what jobs you want to make her do, but she should be mine to claim. She should warm only my bed. I want her to belong to me and only me physically." His ugly mind was already visualizing different ways in which she would warm his bed. The corners of his mouth were drooling at his dirty thoughts.

Yuck was the first word that came into Milano's mind.

Sure he wouldn't have cared had it been somebody else who had struck such a deal with him, because he was a partial pimp. But this was Wolverine. This guy did not really possess the Adonis look. In fact he was quite far from it.

"Fine." He replied though he was not fine with the thought at all.

Wolverine gave the beauty at the backseat a look which could be defined as the look of pure lust and awe. One thing was for sure - this lady had him wrapped around her pinkie finger.

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47 tried finding a way to escape. This was the first time he had been trapped. He could not believe it. This mission could not be a failure because 47 never failed. But he was unsure of the statement now.

Right then he heard a whimper. His sharp ears helped him try to locate the sound. He took his silver ballers out of his coat pocket and held it in his right hand which was pulled up close to his head. He quietly trotted down the path and pulled out his night vision to help him see the view.

In front of him was a small cell which was heavily wrapped up with silver chains in three wounds and a huge lock was attached to it. There lay a half dead organism which was stuffed into the cell.

And the half dead organism was Tom Maitland.

He fished the picture out of his pocket and stared at the lively human smiling widely at him. He then looked at the guy in the cell. This guy was thin and fragile, with a lanky body and a dirty bearded face and looked nothing like the boy in the picture. The only similarity was the face structure and the idea that he was the only victim held in the cell.

Or more like buried alive.

47 rampaged down towards the cell and yanked it open with his bare hands. He heard a whimper and a soft groan.

"Please don't hurt me!" The boy in the cell sobbed.

"I have come here to rescue you, sir." 47 said in a taut voice.

The boy sat up slowly with a look of confusion on his face. He stared at the well-built man standing in front of him. He felt intimidated by his giant look and bald head. Suddenly by the look on his face it was as if a switch had flicked on.

"Are you Agent 47, the most feared hit man?" He asked fear contorting his handsome young face.

"Yes!" He replied with a blank look on his face. He was used to it. People who were involved with the underworld often knew of his features rather than his face.

"So.........why are you here?" He asked confusion overtaking his scared face.

"Your father has assigned me the task of bringing you back." Tom's lips formed a huge 'O' and was about to say something when 47 lifted his hand to stop him from pausing him. "I need you to get out of this place while I catch hold of your kidnapper."

He then took out his navigator and saw that there was no dead end towards the north-east corner. He gently helped Maitland get up and pointed towards the direction.

"I think there is a tunnel there." 47 said in a monotone.

"Yes, that is where the people who come down here to whip me, leave through." Tom whimpered. 47 knew that Gerard Maitland was right when he had asked him to give him the worst death possible but at the same time stealthy. He wasn't surprised at what people could do for money and.........

Women.