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Soooo, I played The Splitter and… and maybe this is just far fetched… but since Dr. Hei survived and she is the researcher for the whole clone program, knowing everything about it and everything about the romanian clone program… and like I said… she is still alive!!

Could this be a future where they could bring Grey back? 👀

Yeah I know, I am delulu. But what if Grey is still alive? We had the pamphlet of that Ether DNA HQ on Ambrose Island. And The Splitter is set before the end of Hitman 3, since the ICA is still a thing. So what if Dr. Hei is now working there and they bought Grey there after he shot himself and now Dr. Hei keeps him alive, to make experiments with his precious DNA?

This could make 1. Dr. Hei the next elusive target and 2. it could be a rescue mission to bring back Grey 🥹 is that really too far fetched?! Is it though?!

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I had to look this up after @secondarythings comment and now I love the thought that Grey has something like this:

The coffee machine has the cute name “Caffi”. It was famous in the second half of the 80s in the former DDR (GDR). I am sure Grey has one of these in his berlin safehouse, still working fine but the coffee always tastes a bit burned.

47 on the other hand has a full equipment of one of these:

It costs around 8000€ btw. Without any additional equipment. Just the machine.

Hitman fam question time.

Hot beverage of choice plus favourite hot beverage of choice in wintertime, if that answer is different to the first one

Uhhh a new Hitman fam question!!! I love them ❤️🙏

Not so easy because I think a lot of it depends on whether they like sweets. And I'm always not so sure about their preferences …

Diana I can imagine likes more tart things when it comes to sweets, like dark chocolate. But in general, I see her as a big tea drinker, with a coffee or two in between. In winter, she sometimes goes for typical winter flavours that taste of cinnamon and aniseed. She probably enjoys her cups of tea as much as she can; but sometimes a cup is left in the kitchen and forgotten.

I can hardly judge 47. I can also imagine him as an occasional tea drinker, but coffee is probably more his thing. He probably likes to make his own mulled wine in winter. With lots of spices, good wine, all in a pot, left to infuse for a long time and enjoyed in front of his fireplace in the evening. He certainly doesn't like the mulled wine from the Christmas market (too cheap). He might also enjoy a hot chocolate from time to time. With lots of cream.

I can well imagine Olivia with a sweet taste. But idk, maybe she's more of a savoury type - depending on the headcanon. In case she likes sweets I think she also loves sweet drinks. She hates commercial things like Starbucks and the like, so she makes her own drinks at home. With lots of syrup in different flavours, coffee or sometimes just milk. In winter, she probably goes for caramel, cinnamon and chocolate. Spiced biscuit flavour with lots of cream and gingerbread? Sounds like a dessert, but for her it's a drink!

Lucas unfortunately has a very strong headcanon in my head. Coffee. Black. And lots of it. If he ever drinks something else (e.g. mulled wine from 47, a sugar drink from Olivia or a home-made tea from Diana), at least one shot of alcohol is added. Or two. He probably spends Christmas in a kind of permanent drunken stupor, never too much, but just in such a way that he lets Olivia hang fairy lights around his neck and lets 47 dress him in a Christmas jumper. He couldn't care less (but he also enjoys family time very much)

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This was one of the best stories I have read this year. Grey being addicted to Diana and smoking is so much him because hear me out!

I believe that Grey can become addicted relatively easily. No matter what. Substances, actions, smoking, you name it. He loves the rush and the moment of oblivion that comes with being shot through with adrenaline at the moment of a skydive and not having to think about all the bad traumas of his past. When he numbs himself with a bottle of whiskey in the evening so that he is not haunted by the ghosts of his past when he tries to sleep.

Is that healthy? Absolutely not! Don't try this at home, kids! He could just go to therapy, but he's too stubborn for that. And also a little too tired of life. That's why he seeks intoxication. And why not try something like uninhibited sex with an attractive woman? To be able to switch off his thoughts in these moments and replace all the negative feelings with the vibration of passion. No wonder he can't stop doing it.

This story captures his character so well, so please go and read it (and listen to the song while reading it, it is a great addition)!

For the ask game - what has been your fave fic or one-shot that you’ve written this year?

Thank you for the ask, Nonny!

That is such a hard question! I’ve really enjoyed the fics I’ve published this year. And while I love the variety of them, I was super happy with how this Songs and Silencers request turned out. That song gave me SO many ideas for these blorbos and others, but I really liked how I managed the tone and their desire for each other in it.

I'm always happy to reread my fics, but especially that one :D

Ask Meme

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The two deadliest assassins in the world.

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'Tis the season

Falalalala lalalala

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I have to stay away from X and the hitman forum right now because there are too many dudes talking about cancel culture and how over the top it is and anyway, is McGregor really guilty?! Jesus…

well I’m a tiny bit surprised

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He's not feeling it 2.0

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So, is no one talking about this?

IOI shouldn’t have work together with him, using him for an Elusive Target, in the first place. But IMO now is the time they should distance themselves from him completely and never re-release his Elusive Target again!

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Ah hell nah! That’s the right door!

wrong door

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Oooh the shade he threw at her 😅 I just love their dynamic! Thank you so much for sharing this @myth-blossom ❤️

Trick or treat! 🎃

Happy almost-Halloween, Mini! You get some tense talk between Diana and Grey :D

“You don’t have to stay,” Grey said, disturbing the quiet. 

“I know.”

“But you will.”

Diana nodded. “I will.”

“Hmph,” he grunted, pouring another vodka and pushing it towards her. “I expected as much.”

She stared at the glass, her arms remaining crossed over her chest.

“47 can handle himself,” he murmured.

“I’m not questioning his abilities,” she replied tersely. “I question his judgment.”

“He made his choice.”

“He did, and I made mine. I’m not leaving him to deal with this on his own.”

“You’ve done it before,” Grey answered, his words calm but served with an edge.

“I’m not leaving him alone with you,” she clarified, unmoved by his scowl. “I’ve seen what happens when you no longer find someone useful. What happens when you’re done using him?”

“I should ask you the same question.”

A long silence passed between them.

Diana kept her eyes locked on his as she reached forward and took the glass. She sipped the vodka until it was gone, set it down with a subtle thud, and left the table without another word.

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Oh wow! The bats and fire in the first one fit him so well for some reason?

Trick or treat! 👻

Here's a set of three Halloween icons!

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I would follow him into an alley anytime so he can take care of me

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He's not feeling it.

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Oh wow, thank you so much for this ❤️ Grey being addicted to having sex with Diana?! It fits the song so well! And also fits Grey so good, like he gets all the highs from this it’s like a drug to him. I love this!!

I would like to make a song request for a story <3 The name of the song is "Desire (Hucci Remix) by Meg Myers (you can find it best on YouTube). It is a very powerful and sexy but also dark song that reminds me very much of Grey an Diana and their intense relationship! Maybe you can do something with that? 0_0

Oh Mini, I LOVE this song! I immediately got an idea for Diana and Grey (and other blorbos, too!). Thank you for sharing your request—I hope you like what it inspired! 🥰

Grey tried to quit smoking once.

He savored a slow drag of the cigarette as it struggled to balance between his lips, its durability waning with the cool rain pelting his face. It managed to last longer than expected as he moved under the cover of awnings when possible, the rain slicking his hair back and sliding easily off his coat as he navigated the drenched streets of the quiet city. He eventually diverted into an alley where he found the back entrance to the hotel he was looking for, tossing aside the soggy remains of his cigarette into a murky puddle before venturing inside.

Grey thought it would be easy to end the habit. He’d been through hell and back enough times that the thought of stopping an addiction hardly seemed like a challenge. He never expected the constant tension that set him on edge when he withheld his reward, his body howling to satisfy the cravings of a fix he long since forgot how to live without.

He did everything in his power to suppress the need for another taste. He had overcome the harshness of his upbringing at the Institute, willing his body to ignore the pain that bloomed from injuries both mental and physical, but he couldn’t quell what his body so greatly desired. He found himself justifying those moments by promising to stop the habit tomorrow and that other, safer vices would easily take its place instead. Excuses, really. 

The elevator signaled each floor it passed, its neutral ding seeming louder and more judgmental in the evening’s silence. He ignored its lack of subtlety and exited onto the fifth floor as he had been directed the hour prior. The room was tucked away near the end of the long hallway that wrapped around the corridor, positioned next to the stairwell in the event a quick escape was needed. He wondered if that was more for his benefit or for hers.

Grey remembered the first time he found Diana in the rear stairwell of their abandoned building. He thought it was a hiding spot all his own, a place where he could freely smoke whenever he wanted to escape the safehouse, and he found himself needing that cigarette more often once she joined them in Berlin. He slowed his pace coming down the steps and noticed her flinch, but in irritation or surprise, he wasn’t certain. She continued to enjoy a slow drag of her own cigarette and allowed him to approach. He lit up his own and they watched each other across the landing in a tense but peaceful silence. 

They met again and again after that without ever mentioning it to the others, taking turns finding each other waiting there for a quiet and amicable smoke. It became such a habit that he was surprised to see Diana arrive one day without her own lighter. She placed a cigarette between her lips and, before he could retrieve his lighter from his pocket, slowly tilted her chin up and met his cigarette with hers, lighting it with the embers of his own. She remained close as she inhaled and exhaled a steady stream of smoke from her lips, and he couldn’t remember how many more heated puffs they shared before he tossed their smokes aside and roughly claimed her mouth with his. The lewd symphony of skin smacking eagerly upon skin soon echoed shamelessly off the old brick walls and etched firmly into his memory.

By some miracle they hadn’t been caught, and when they parted ways once exhaustion had its due, Grey thought he was done with it. He had scratched an itch and that was it, and nothing else would be said on the matter. 

But Grey recognized the desperate urge that screamed more day by day in the tight confines of their safehouse, a demand for one more taste, for one more hit of pleasure that cared little for any consequences that followed his satisfaction. He’d felt the catch of his shirt against the fresh claw marks on his back and eyed her newly manicured nails with interest, craving more marks of her pleasure to trail upon his skin. He tossed and turned each night with dreams of such fantasies, of her shameless moans and wanton praises in his ear as he chased that maddening energy between them again and again, harder and faster, reckless and unrelenting as it consumed them both body and soul.

Grey paused, his hand half-raised to knock upon the door. He should come to his senses. He’d chastised many subordinates over the years about the risks of fraternization within the ranks, of the dangers that sex and sentimentality could do to the mission…

His knuckles rapped firmly on the door.

It opened with no one in sight. The door closed behind him and he turned to eye Diana intently. She leaned against the heavy door wearing a cigarette and a smile and little else. His wet coat barely had time to drip onto the carpet before he dismissed it to a chair and lifted her into his arms. She brushed wet strands from his face as he kissed her roughly, laying her upon the bed and leaving trails of suckle marks and raindrops in his wake. He savored the familiar burn of fire as he fed his addition, her reactions compelling him to keep her close and to never stop, to never deny them the extreme pleasure they could only seem to find within each other.

Grey knew he really needed to quit…

Perhaps he would try again tomorrow.

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As you know, John Hopkins, the voice actor of our beloved Lucas Grey, hosts the Podcast "A short history of..." by NOISER. But he also hosts the podcast "Real survival stories" from the same Network. Here he talks about people who got into dangerous situations, surviving these.

So if you can't get enough of Greys voice, I can recommend you this podcast. If you need some validation, start with the episode "Tsunami in Sri Lanka". I swear I have never heard him with such a deep voice as in the beginning of that episode.

You can find the podcasts on Spotify and I guess everywhere else where you can listen to Podcasts.

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Lucas Grey: All Dialogues; Part 1

I guess this is one of the biggest projects I have ever done 😁 I wasn't in a good mood recently because my mental health is kinda low at the moment due to some difficulties in my private life. So I needed a distraction and I thought it might be fun to find every dialogue in all Hitman WOA games done by Grey or about Grey- no matter if directly or indirectly.

So I collected everything I could find for the first game, which was not that hard, since in Sapienza, Marrakesh and Bangkok no one talks about Grey (at least I couldn't find any dialogue referring to him). Colorado was more, of course, since the mercenaries talk a lot about him.

It was a lot of fun collecting all these dialogues 🥹 Some of them I have actually never heard before and they give a nice insight of his personality (and how he behaves as a leader).

If you have any more dialogues in mind, feel free to DM me! I already collected some for part 2 and 3, but I am open for help finding more!

And now, have fun with part 1 🫶

Please note: I wrote down the dialogues from the scenes myself using the subtitles, but it was often hard to follow, so please excuse any mistakes.

Prologue

Cutscene: Call me 47

Grey: You were always the best. Nobody ever came close. You defined the art, and it defines you. Your actions have changed the world. Powerful men have fallen by your hand but by the same token, others have risen. Do you realise what kind of world you've been shaping? Does the ICA? Does your handler? I live in that world. I have seen the consequences. I have felt the cost. That's what defines me.

Paris

Novikov to Philip von Zell

Von Zell: Well it’s confirmed, Sir. The FSB charges against you have all been dropped. No one is mentioning Kamarov’s unfortunate death or his alleged ties to the CIA of course.

Novikov: Good, good. That’s the end of that then. I knew our nameless friend would come through. Very good.

Bodyguard: No, I still don’t like it. This… this worries me. I mean, who is this guy? What kind of man enters a heavily guarded government building, kills an FSB section chief and sets him up as a US spy without even breaking a sweat? Where’d you find this guy anyway?

Novikov: See that’s the thing. He found me. He knew the FSB were investigating my past and he knew about IAGO using models as trojan horses. Everything. Guy like that. Let’s just say you let him do most of the talking.

Von Zell: Still… the whole dossier? Some price for a day’s work.

Novikov: Well I’ll be damned Philip. You and Dalia actually agree on something.

Novikov to his bodyguard

Novikov: I’m going to ask you something, Kurt. Then I want you to answer me honestly, completely honestly.

Kurt: Uh, yes Sir, of course.

Novikov: Do you believe Dalia plans to double cross me? She’s furious that I gave the assassin access to our secrets.

(…)

Novikov to Dalia Margolis

Dalia: Well, this is cozy.

Novikov: Save it, Dalia. It’s simple procedure. We’ll be out of here as soon as the threat is neutralized.

Dalia: Well, let’s just cross our fingers that the half dozen power players, billionaires and borderline supervillains upstairs are still in a spending mood by then.

Novikov:  Can we do this at home?

Dalia: Fine. So, what’s this about anyway?

Novikov: You guess is as good as mine.

Dalia: It wouldn’t have anything to do with the dead-eyed mercenary you hired to murder an FSB section chief now would it?

Novikov: Are you going to bring this up in every fight from now on?

Dalia: Until you do something dumber.

(…)

Novikov to Decker

Novikov: Mr. Decker. How are things at the office?

Decker: That’s ´91 all over again. Kamarov is found dead, gun in hand, office locked from the inside. In his safe, evidence that he was leaking state secrets to Langley. An FSB section chief, Kremlin’s golden boy, a CIA spy. Like I don’t know who you hired to pull this off, but I want his number.

Novikov: Trust me. You don’t.

(…)

Dalia to Sophus Fatalé

Fatalé: So, uh, are you going to tell me about what Viktor did?

Dahlia: Viktor… had a lot of skeletons in his mahagony walk-in closet and sometimes the lock won’t hold. A young ambitious FSB section chief was mounting a case against Viktor for past crimes. He got close. Too close. So Viktor, failing for once to bribe or threaten his way out of trouble made a deal with an assassin. Someone with impossible skills. The price? A copy of the IAGO dossier. Everything we have ever collected. No questions asked. And did Viktor bother to tell me about it? No. He did not.

Fatalé: The clients are in there. Are you saying they’re bidding on used goods?

Dahlia: Viktor is certain this mystery man was looking for something very specific. He won’t be bribing people left and right. Still, it’s the principle.

(…)

Cutscene: The secrets of the global elite

Novikov: How was Moskow?

Grey: Kamarov is gone. I set him up as a Langley spy. It's quite the scandal at the FSB. His death will not be investigated. Your turn.

Novikov: Very well. The secrets of the global elite. Five years of work. Everything we've collected. This thing makes WikiLeaks look like a gossip rag. The pen beats the sword, huh?

Grey: I have found that whoever wields the swords decides who holds the pen. Types: File secure. No loose ends. Leak the names. Smile Viktor. Your reputation is safe. Now, run along. I'm sure you have pretty dresses to attend to. Viktor? Good luck with the show. I have a feeling, it's going the one you'll be remembered for.

Cutscene: The key

Hajun: Ether security is in the dark about the incident, and a few at the company knew about the virus, not even the board. Must have been someone at the lab. I understand. I'll get to the bottom of this.

Grey: Bosses unhappy? I followed you from italy. I guess when you're invisible, you stop looking over your shoulder.

Hajun: You did this?

Grey: IAGO exposed you, ICA did the heavy lifting. I just pulled some strings.

Hajun: You out of your mind? How do you expect...

Grey: I play dirty. That's how you defeat a stronger opponent. You strike from behind. Now give me the key.

Hajun: You have a family? Trust me. If there's a weakness, Providence will find it.

Grey: I'll take my chances. The key.

Hajun: Fine. Won't do you much good.

Grey: It's funny. Cobb said the same thing. Thank you, messenger.

Hajun: Don't. I just killed you.

Grey: Then we're even.

Cutscene: Providence is under attack

Fanin: Compromised? But... I don't understand. There is no sign of forced entry. No alarm. Nothing.

Edwards: One of my people has gone missing in Johannesburg. A key-bearer.

Fanin: I wish I had been informed. Still, the system demands two keys. And the rest are all accounted for.

Edwards: Except for your late predecessor's.

Fanin: Cobb? But... his plane went down over the Pacific. It was an accident.

Edwards: Such was the conclusion at the time, yes. People die, Mr. Fanin. It happens all the time, even to us. If it seems like a conspiracy, it probably isn't. And yet. The failed coup in Morocco. The Ether virus. Someone knows about us. There was a pattern and I failed to see it. Providence is under attack.

Fanin: How much was there?

Edwards: Money? Not money, Mr. Fanin. Information. On all of our assets and operatives. Like you. Dig a trench, director. And make it a deep one. Because none of you are safe anymore.

Colorado

Guards talking

Guard 1: I was providing Berg. He didn’t have a clue either. So who the hell is this guy?

Guard 2: Concerned citizen with a chip on his shoulder?

Guard 1: With skills like that? Come on man.

Guard 2: The boss keeps his past close to his chest. Apart from Olivia Hall, the head of the cyber unit, I don’t think anyone knows who he was before. Including Sean Rose.

Guard 1: Suppose we’re all thinking the same thing. He was one of them, right? How else could he know so much about the enemy?

Guard 2: Only thing that makes sense.

Guard 1: Wonder what they did to him. I mean, we’ve all felt the rage one time or another. The boss didn’t start this out of charity, the hate runs deep.

Guard 2: We all have our reasons mate. Don’t need to know his.

Guard 1: Yeah, what’s your reason?

Guard 2: I do what I’m paid to. Made my peace for that a long time ago. Sill. Pick the right side whenever I can afford to. Righteous money just wrestles out in your pocket.

Guard 1: I hear ya.

Guard 1: So, the boss hires this former Interpol agent to do strategic analysis for us? That’s pretty smooth. If she can be trusted of course.

Guard 2: Bit of a strange one. Not strange like Rose mind you but kind of uh… aloof. I heard from the technicians that she’s a Cambridge graduate, top of her class, thing like that you know. Joining interpol a few years after.

Guard 1: Did you know that her main focus was tracking Rose? I mean how poetic is that?

Guard 2: I don’t know about poetry but it sure is a twisted move by the boss.

Guard 1: Then again, she was supposed to be the best and the boss only hires the best. I guess we’ll see if she can handle things on this side of the fence.

Guard 2: If not, I’m sure Rose has some elaborate retirement plan ready for her.

Guard 1: So, you got your ex-military, your mercenaries, I saw a couple of CICADA guys arrived earlier. Then, there’s freedom fighters, intelligence specialists, cyber criminals, you name it. Half of these people probably fought each other at some point.

Guard 2: Oh man, that’s not even counting the really freaky ones. Left-wing terrorists like Sean Rose, corporate whatevers like Crest. It’s like the united nations of assholes.

Guard 1: And what the hell is an anarcho-primitivist?

Guard 2: You got me and I don’t want to know.

Guard 1: This is a powder keg. How does the boss even hope to unite these freaks?

Guard 2: By the way he always does. Take them all, point them on a common foe.  

Guard 1: That simple huh?

Guard 2: I mean armies are easy enough to deal with when the bullets are flying. It’s all the shit that comes after that you gotta worry about. Peace time when soldier get bored, start getting ideas. That’s when shit get’s dangerous.

Guard 1: Okay, Sun Tzu. Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it.

Guard 1: Rose put you on the Mexico team?

Guard 2: Reykjavik. Security for Olivia Hall on the Hampson Oil operation.

Guard 1: She’s the boss´s protégé, right?

Guard 2: She leads the cyber division. She’s only 24, but apparently some kind of prodigy. She used to operate under the hacker name Delriego. Took down some major corporations while she was in college.

Guard 1: Where’s she from anyway?

Guard 2: Sierra Leone. She met the boss during the war. That’s about all anyone knows about his past. That he was in Sierra Leone around 2002.

Guard 1: Better than nothing.

Guard 2: Save it. Already tried. There’s no record of him anywhere.

Guard 1: I bet she knows. Someone should get her drunk. Maybe she gets chatty.

Guard 2: Bad idea mate. Hall could enter your bank accounts from her smartphone. Those millennials have scary powers. 

Guard 1: The boss? Nah, he fades in and out of here. Never spends long in one place.

Guard 2: Yeah I think I saw him earlier, heading into the tornado shelter. Wonder what goes on in that place.

Guard 1: It’s where the inner circle does their planning. The boss, Sean Rose, Olivia Hall and that accountant. Probably where they keep the files from the New York vault.

Guard 2: No one else been down there?

Guard 1: There’s a biometric lock. Facial recognition thingamajig. Only the boss, Hall and Rose have access.

Guard 2: Getting pretty hierarchical however the fuck you say that for a brotherhood.

Guard 1: A standard precaution. If anyone in the field gets caught, the less they know the better. Don’t get entitled. We all have a part to play.

Guard 2: I know, I just have a thing with closed doors. 

Guard 1: Sean Rose, in charge of operations. I don’t get it. Why’d the boss pick him? Why not Reynard?

Guard 2: The way I see it, Reynard’s a lone wolf. Berg’s too specialized; I mean he’s no strategist. Parvati is, well, Parvati’s Parvati. I think Rose wants to lead, fiercely dedicated, completely ruthless. Did you ever hear his plan to take out Simon Deveraux? The CEO of Biosphere.

Guard 1: I know he’s building a bomb.

Guard 2: Right, right. So Deveraux is, he’s like exactly like Thomas Cross. Totally impossible to get near. But, also a tech geek, and he just ordered this new Link 4 smartwatch. So Rose, crazy bastard, gets the idea to turn the battery unit for a Link 4 into, get this, a bomb, and then swap the watches in delivery. One push of the button. Bye-bye, Deveraux.

Guard 2: That’s pretty extreme. Enemy operative I know, but it just seems so unsportsmanlike.

Guard 1: Yes, and there you have it. Right on the nose. And again, that’s why Rose is the head of operations. To him, the end justifies the means. And I mean there is nothing that dead-eyed psychopath would not do.

Guard 1: Rose? Nasty little prick, if you ask me. Sure, it’s not his fault that he grew up in that crazy collective farm out in the outback. What were they called? Sons of Solidarity? No, they are a bunch of left-wing cultists. But still, some of that stuff he’s done makes my skin crawl. The oil rig I get, but that government office in Auckland? Man, kids died.

Guard 2: Boss seems to trust him.

Guard 1: Yeah of course he does. Rose is the perfect acolyte. He’s smart, he’s ruthless, but like all fanatics, he’s impressionable.

Guard 2: Yeah, he’s an idealist, that’s for sure.

Guard 1: Nah, nah. I’ve met his kind before. Rose yearns for a cause, sure. But any cause will do. Because deep down, the only thing he’s really looking for is justification to blow people up.

Guard 2: Yeah well, guess this time he found one.

Guard 1: Don’t get me wrong. Sean Rose was born for this. The enemy doesn’t expect him. Their cruelty, it’s too, uh… it’s too remote. You know, you sign a document; thousands of people die half a world away. It’s unreal, like drone operators. But Rose and the boss? The enemy doesn’t know how to react. The savagery. That’s how we will win.

Guard 2: Bring a gun to a knife fight, huh?

Guard 1: More like bring an axe to a chess game.  

Sean Rose to Penelope Graves, first conversation

Rose: Ah, Penelope Graves. My very own nemesis. Welcome to HQ.

Graves: Sean Rose. You’re a tough man to find.

Rose: Please. You are Interpol’s best counter-terrorist analyst. You should have tracked me down months ago. No. You didn’t want to catch me. But what happened, Graves? Sympathy for the devil?

Graves: Something like that. Is that why the boss chose me, I wonder? Because of our conflicting past.

Rose: You’re the analyst. But this whole enemy’s united thing? I think he finds poetic. He’s funny like that. Great man though. Not what the world wants, perhaps. But sure as hell what it needs. Anyway. Get yourself up to speed.

(…)

Sean Rose to Penelope Graves, second conversation

Rose: I see you’re studying the boss’s accomplishments.

Graves: Impressive to say the least. Kamarovs suicide was like a work of art.

Rose: Funny to hear you talk like that. You, a straight shooter. A woman of the law. Tell me, Gaves, when did you decide to switch sides?

Graves: I used to think you were a monster. That building in Auckland. And then I met the boss and he… well, you know his ways. He lets you peek behind the curtain and once you know the truth, it changes your perception.

(…)

Sean Rose to Penelope Graves, third conversation

Rose: I know that look. Somethings rubbing you the wrong way.

Graves: Doesn’t add up. So the boss raids the archive in New York. He now has a list of all the enemies operatives. He goes after Thomas Cross first. He needs funding for all of this and Cross is filthy rich. It all makes perfect sense.

Rose: Except?

Graves: Except, he must have known the ICA would figure out the truth once Thomas Cross was grabbed at his sons funeral. It’s almost as if…

Rose: As if the boss wanted them to. Yeah, I know.

Graves: Maybe he made a mistake.

Rose: You really believe that?

Graves: If I did, I wouldn’t be here.

Rose: The boss doesn’t make mistakes, Graves. I have to believe that. This is the most important thing you and I will ever do. The enemy had no mandate, they have no claim. They have no vision. Their only agenda is to maintain the status quo. Our only agenda is to destroy it. So quit worrying and get up to speed on the upcoming operations. Mexico, London, Shanghai.

(…)

Sean Rose on the phone with Grey, first conversation

Rose: Boss. You’re still at the shelter I presume? Quick update. There was a minor setback at the barn. Burgess was hit by the simulated ram. No worries. If he’s not up to par, I’ll find a replacement. This is my operation, my strike team and they will be ready. You can count on that. I won’t let you down. Okay. Means a lot, boss.

Sean Rose on the phone with Grey, second conversation

Rose: Boss. Yeah, so Berg’s at work on our friend. Some kind of interrogation drug. Sodium Pentathol, I think. He won’t. Berg knows his trade. Even if the heralds don’t know jack about upper levels, this one is secretary Torres’ liaison and he might know about the motorcade route. I figured it’d be worth a shot. Sure. As soon as.

Penelope Graves

Graves: It’s actually quite brilliant in all it’s improvised glory. Cobb, the bank director whose plane crashed. The boss killed him for the vault key. How did he knew Cobb was even an enemy operative? Question for later. So, the spy ring. Infamous IAGO. The boss somehow gets access to their dossier of secrets and this is how he learns about the enemies projects in Italy and Morocco. But why kill the IAGO leaders? Novikov and Margolis were unaffiliated. The Russian must have seen the boss´s face. And the enemy has to have known about IAGO.  I probably even used their services from time to time. It was a precaution. Nothing more.

Penelope Graves, Part 2

Graves: Eugene Cobbs plane crash. Spectacular. Flawless in its execution. Clearly the boss is more than capable. But it makes me wonder why involve the ICA at all? Think Graves. This is the age of global surveillance. Anonymity is key, you know this. Why stick your neck out when you can get assassins to do your dirty work? And even have some rich asshole pick up the tab. So the boss orders the hits in Sapienza and Marrakesh. The enemy loses two operatives and he never lifts a finger. But wait, that’s not even the main objective. So what is? Of course, the enemies messengers. The ones we call heralds. The boss knows they will show up at the crime scenes, now all he’s got to do is watch and wait for the second vault key to fall into his lap.  

Penelope Graves, Part 3

Graves: Hm, possible weakness there. Rose won’t listen. I need to take this straight to the boss.

Penelope Graves talks to Ezra Berg

Berg: Penelope it’s Berg.

Graves: Dr. Berg. I didn’t recognise you in your... work clothes.

Berg: No that’s the idea. So, I take it you finally met Rose. Way I hear it you were on the Interpols task force to hunt him down. So what’s the verdict?

Graves: Sean is dedicated, creative, driven.

Berg: You don’t have to sugarcoat it. The man’s an extremist. You’ve seen the Shanghai plan. Kidnapping children, forcing an innocent man to commit murder. It’s distasteful. Rose has no honour, no sense of fair play. The boss asked me here because he wanted to avoid unnecessary cruelty. So why does he tolerate Sean Rose?

Graves: Because the boss is not a monster and right now, well, he needs one.

(...)

Cutscene: The hidden hand

Diana: The plot thickens.

47: Someone left in a hurry.

Diana: Sean Rose was not the Shadow Client. That much is clear. Whoever commands the milita, they got out just in time. Look around 47. We're getting closer.

(...)

47: Someone's done their homework.

Diana: Look how far it dates back. Hayamoto. Beldingford. D'Alvade. The shadow client has been tracking you for decades.

47: Now how is that possible?

Diana: It isn't. Every one of those missions were branded as unsolved or accidents. He must have been looking for a pattern. A certain MO. Which would mean...

47: He knows me.

Diana: Well. At least this shortens the list.

(...)

Cutscene: Old friends

Grey: Rose is gone.

Olivia: It was me, wasn't it? They tracked me. I don't believe it. I took every precaution.

Grey: Rose knew the risks. They all do. You did well Olivia, I am proud of you. Now listen. The ICA knows about you. They kept you alive because they needed you and now they don't. We won't talk again. Not until the storm is over.

Olivia: I don't like it. This man, you know what he's capable of. You need to end this now!

Grey: I ran away as a boy. My friend and I. Away from that... place. We came upon a small farming community, the people were dirtpoor but this woman, she took us in. We were awakened the next morning by the shots. A dozen people lay face down in the snow. Our warden... didn't like to leave witnesses. They shot the woman and her family last and made sure that we watched the whole thing. "This is your gift" the warden told us. "Your gift and your curse. Touching lives only by ending them".

Olivia: You know him

Grey: Better than anyone.

Hokkaido

Yuki Yamazaki to the Director

Director: Miss Yamazaki. I trust your people are satisfied?

Yamazaki: Our people, Director. Don’t forget who put you here.

Director: Of course.

Yamazaki: We appreciate you clearing your operating schedule. It is paramount to our interest that Soders survives. Still, this cannot have been easy.

(…)

Director: If you don’t mind me asking. Who is Eric Soders? His resume says retired big game hunter.

Yamazaki: Amusing. In a way I suppose he was in his day. Mr Soders belonged to an organization involved in the recent attacks against us and we needed a man on the inside.

Director: So it’s true. Someone is targeting Providence.

Yamazaki: Not for much longer.

(…)

Yamazaki on the phone with the constant

Yamazaki: Sir. No, the patient remained stable. I only wanted to… yes, the investigation. Nothing? How can there be nothing? Hajun was killed in a public parking garage in the middle of the afternoon. You are saying there are no witnesses, nothing on the CCTV cameras? What was he even doing in Johannesburg? And don’t tell me I don’t need to know sir, because I… I really need to know. Hajun was… important to me. I feared as much. It has to be the same person. Whoever hoodwinked ICA, whoever abducted Thomas Cross and fried Schaeffer-Moore’s servers- they killed Hajun. As a matter of fact, sir, I do feel better. I thank you for your trust.

Yamazaki on the phone with Mikhail

Yamazaki: Mikhail. Yes, I need another favour. The footage from the carpark in Johannesburg. Yes, the constant already told me they found no trace of Hajuns killer but I need to see for myself. No he doesn’t. I’m too involved to lead the investigation. And he is absolutely right from a purely strategic perspective, as always. Which is why I am talking to you. No you will do this for me, Mikhail. Because… you know what it’s like  to be in love.

Cutscene: Partners, then?

Edwards: Miss Burnwood.

Diana: That's not what my ticket says.

Edwards: We received your message. Loud and clear, I might add. Honestly, you could have just sacked the poor guy.

Diana: I didn't catch your name.

Edwards: No. You didn't. There'll be no retaliations. Not for Soders, nor any other recent fiascos. Someone's been meddling in our affairs, killing our operatives and making the ICA look like fools. I think you got close to that someone. Closer than we've ever been. That's why we're hiring you to take him down.

Diana: I don't think so.

Edwards: Don't rattle our cages Miss Burnwood. You really have no idea.

Diana: You spy on us. Bribe our people. And you have the gall to demand our help? No. You can't be trusted.

Edwards: Even so. We've been around for a long, long time. I think we could help each other. Some twenty years ago, your agency took in a young man with no past and... extraordinary skills. In his own special way he cares about you and vice versa. And ever since that time, you've never stopped wondering where he came from. And who made him what he is.

Diana: There was a doctor. Some depraved experiment. But he's gone now.

Edwards: Well if you believe the questions died with him, we have nothing further to discuss. If not? As I said, I think we could help each other. Partners, then? Cheer up, Miss Burnwood. We... we are the lesser evil. This terrorist? He wants nothing but chaos.

Diana: He is only a terrorist if you win.

Edwards: Miss Burnwood. We won a long time ago. This? This is maintenance.

[lucas-grey]

We know that in Colorado, Grey was around the whole time 47 was there. His guards talk about him, that they saw him going down into the bunker and later he observes 47 from a distance.

And it is kinda funny to me, thinking that the cars parking in front of the house are from Grey and his entourage:

He appears so humble most of the time, but sometimes he is so ✨extra✨. Does he need extra protection? Probably not. But he is the boss. A submarine? Why not! Jumping out of a plane to kill his boss? Woohoo!