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Haunted (Alfie Solomons x reader)

Chapter 6 - Dealer's Play

Word count: 6k

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Ollie moved through the bakery, the usual scent of yeast and alcohol hanging in the air but the rhythm of the workers was off, their movements more hesitant, their eyes darting nervously toward the office where Alfie Solomons paced like a caged animal.

It had been weeks since Izzy left, and every day since, Alfie had become more unpredictable, his behavior swinging from volatile outbursts to brooding silence. Ollie had seen the signs—the erratic commands, the cutting remarks, the sleepless nights that left Alfie looking more like a haunted specter than the commanding figure he once was.

"You! Get those fuckin' barrels moved to the other side. And be quick about it!" Alfie's voice sliced through the air, causing the worker to jump and scramble to obey.

Alfie's attention shifted, his voice growing harsher. "And you lot! Do I have to do everything myself? Get a move on!"

Ollie watched from a distance, his mind was heavy with concern. He is Alfie's right hand man for years now, his usual gruff and rough persona is not new to him and he'd known about Alfie's feelings for Izzy, seen the way she brought a rare calm and happiness into his life. But now, without her, the chaos was consuming him - so much than before.

His boss stood there, his shirt untucked, hair unkempt, and his facial hair grew even more darkening his face. The circles under his eyes told the story of countless nights spent driving to Birmingham, hoping to catch a glimpse of Izzy at her flat, only to return with nothing but disappointment, loneliness, and anger.

Each time Ollie approached Alfie's office, Alfie’s eyes would momentarily brighten, a flicker of hope igniting. "Ollie, any word from Izzy? She been by?" Alfie would ask, his tone a mix of impatience and longing.

But every time, Ollie had to shake his head. "Not today, boss."

Alfie would let out a frustrated sigh, the hope extinguishing as quickly as it had appeared. "Bloody hell, Ollie. What's it take for her to show up?"

"Boss, she's the only one who's kept you sane. You do not look... alright.," Ollie thought as he approached cautiously. "What would she say if she saw you now?"

Alfie shot him a glare, eyes blazing with a fire that was as much pain as it was anger. "Alright? Do I look alright, Ollie? Bloody hell, everything's a mess!"

Ollie swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "What's going on, boss? You've been different."

Alfie let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and broken. "Different? That's an understatement, mate. I've been a bloody fool, yeah that's what I am. Let the best thing slip through my fuckin' fingers."

He let his boss ramble on, heavy with unspoken truths. No matter how scary and intimating the old man is infront of him, he knew the man needed to let it out. Ollie had known all along about Alfie's feelings for Izzy, had seen the way she brought a rare happiness into his boss's life. But now, that happiness was a distant memory, replaced by an all-consuming regret.

"Pride, Ollie. Pride's a killer," Alfie muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. "Pushed her away when all I needed was right in front of me."

Ollie stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. "You still want her back, boss?"

Alfie's gaze softened for a moment, vulnerability flickering in his eyes. He thought about the nights he spent driving to Birmingham, waiting in the shadows, hoping to see her silhouette against the window. "Want her back? I need her, Ollie. But it's not that simple."

Alfie's thoughts turned inward, reflecting on the moments he spent with Izzy. "Izzy is not that kinda girl... She's decided.. all 'cause I fucked it up! What kind of fool does that?"

His frustration erupted again, his hand slamming down on the desk, rattling the items atop it. "Why'd I have to be so bloody stubborn?"

Ollie watched as Alfie's emotions surged between anger and regret, the storm within him raging unchecked. The workers outside glanced nervously toward the office, hearing the muffled sounds of Alfie's outburst but knowing better than to intervene.

Taking a deep breath, Alfie tried to calm himself, the resolve slowly building. "Alright, Alfie. Enough of this. You want her back? Then bloody do something about it."

But instead of making a move to go to Izzy, Alfie sank back into his chair, the weight of his actions settling on him like a heavy cloak. He wasn't ready yet, wasn't sure how to bridge the chasm he'd created.

Ollie stood by, the silence stretching out between them. He knew better than to push. For now, all he could do was be there, a steady presence in the midst of Alfie's turmoil. If he'd make a bet with his future self that he would see the day that the mighty Alfie Solomons would crumble down because of a young woman, he'd be paying off the loss of this moment.

And so the bakery continued to hum with activity, but the heart of it—the man who once commanded with authority and ease—was caught in an unlikely battle he hadn't yet figured out how to win.

-

Michael Gray had returned to Birmingham, his presence immediately shaking up the carefully balanced routines Izzy had established in his absence. Izzy had known he was coming back to work, but seeing him walk through the door of the Shelby Company office still sent a jolt through her system. The office, usually a place where she could find some semblance of control, now felt charged with a not so new energy.

As Michael settled back into his role, Izzy found herself constantly adjusting. It was harder to distance herself since they shared an office. She tried to keep their interactions within her own personal boundaries, restricted to hugs and brief kisses, but there was an underlying tension she couldn't ignore. Every look, every touch, felt like a reminder of the facade she was struggling to maintain.

To keep her distance, Izzy started spending more time with Esme. They talked about everything and nothing, their conversations a way to escape the emotional storm brewing within her. Esme was happy to spend time with her too. Having lunch, tea time, or sometimes helping Lizzy with her kids.

Dinners at the Gray household resumed, and with them came Polly's sharp comments and veiled criticisms. Michael wanted his mum and girlfriend to get along but Polly's presence was a constant reminder of the expectations placed upon Izzy, and she had to navigate the minefield of Polly's words with care. Each meal felt like a test, one she had to pass to keep up the appearance of normalcy.

Despite her best efforts to maintain control, the emotional turmoil within Izzy was undeniable. She avoided going back to the boxing gym, knowing Alfie might be there. The pain of their last encounter was still fresh, and she wasn't ready to face him. Alfie had been a source of strength and passion, but the tangled web of their relationship had left her feeling vulnerable.

-

In a newly established hotel and casino, a private poker table in a dimly lit corner became the stage for the tense game. The clinking of glasses and murmurs of other players provided a backdrop to their high-stakes match.

Michael had just returned from handling their operations in the States, his confidence high but tempered by the expectations placed upon him. Once the golden boy, he had been expected to take the baton from Tommy. He had brought Izzy to Birmingham as his queen, but as the game progressed, the realization dawned on him that things were changing.

Tommy dealt the first hand, pouring them each a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the low light. "Welcome back, Michael," he said, his voice calm but commanding. "We have a lot to catch up on."

Confidence unwavering, Michael nodded. "Good to be back, Tommy."

With fingers steepled together, Tommy leaned back as he eyed his cards. "I need you to handle the gunpowder operations. We've got some rivals sniffing around, and I want our supply secured."

Michael's expression grew serious as he examined his poor hand. "Consider it done, Tommy. I'll take care of it."

Attention shifted to Izzy, Tommy's eyes narrowing as he gauged her confidence. "Izzy, you're still with Alfie on the rum shipment. It's about to go out soon and I trust you'll handle it efficiently."

Hesitating, Izzy took a deep breath, looking at her cards with a stoic expression. "Actually, Tommy, I think it would be best if Michael takes over the rum export operations as well. I've got my hands full with your work at the Labor MP and the usual operations in the Company."

Tommy's eyes narrowed slightly, studying her before glancing at Michael, who looked surprised but willing. "Alright, Izzy. If that's what you want. Michael, you think you can handle it?"

His eyes filled with adoration, Michael glanced at Izzy. "Of course, Tommy. I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."

Izzy's voice remained firm as she added, "I'll guide him if he needs help, but I really need to focus on my other responsibilities."

Considering this, Tommy nodded, his gaze shifting to his cards. "Alright, Michael. Just make sure you don't let any personal feelings get in the way of the job."

Defensive, Michael peeked at his cards again. "I won't."

The game continued, the tension rising with each round. The dealer dealt the flop: Ace of hearts, Ten of spades, and Six of diamonds. Izzy's eyes lit up as she saw her hand: a pair of Aces. Michael, on the other hand, had a King and a Nine of clubs, leaving him in a precarious position. Tommy held a Jack and a Seven of hearts, appearing nonchalant.

Leaning back, Tommy took a sip of his whiskey and exhaled a plume of smoke. "In this business, you need to think three steps ahead," he said, his voice calm and composed.

Izzy smiled, her victory within reach, but Tommy's words carried weight. She knew not to let her guard down. Every move Tommy made, every word he spoke, felt like a lesson. He was mentoring her in his own way, teaching her the art of strategy and foresight.

Michael's hands trembled slightly as he placed his bet, trying to mask his anxiety. The turn card was revealed: Queen of clubs, elevating Izzy's hand to a strong position. Tommy's expression remained unreadable as he pushed a significant stack of chips into the center, a confident smirk on his face.

Glancing at Tommy, Michael felt a pang of frustration. He couldn't shake the feeling that Tommy's attention was shifting towards Izzy. The realization gnawed at him, making his confidence waver. With a sigh, he laid down his hand, forfeiting the game. "I'm out," he said, his voice steady despite his inner turmoil.

The final showdown was between Izzy and Tommy. The river card was turned: Nine of hearts. Izzy had the best hand with her pair of Aces and the Queen, but Tommy's demeanor never wavered. He exhaled another plume of smoke, his eyes locked onto Izzy's.

"You're bluffing," Izzy said, her voice steady but her eyes betraying a flicker of doubt.

Tommy's smirk widened. "Am I? Call, and find out."

Hesitation overcame Izzy as her fingers hovered over her chips. Despite having the winning hand, Tommy's confidence was unnerving. Finally, she folded her cards, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation.

Tommy laid down his hand, revealing his bluff. Despite his weaker cards, his psychological play had worked. He exhaled a plume of smoke, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Remember," Tommy said, looking at both of them, "it's not just about the cards you're dealt. It's how you play them."

Shifting the conversation, Tommy continued, "Welcome to our newest acquisition," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "This place is now part of the Shelby Company Limited. We're expanding into gambling."

Michael and Izzy exchanged glances, both understanding the gravity of Tommy's words. Michael's frustration deepened, sensing that Tommy was slowly favoring Izzy. His position in the company felt threatened, not just by the game but by the dynamics unfolding before him.

As they all rose from the table, Tommy turned to Izzy and said, "You're on your way to win, Izzy. Don't let anyone distract you."

Michael's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. He knew he had to prove himself, not just to Tommy but to himself and to Izzy. The game was far from over. The realization hit him hard—Tommy held all the cards.

-

A few days later, Alfie Solomons stood at the center of the shipyard, barking orders at his men. It was the day of the export, all of the hardwork he and Izzy has put into this operation will soon bear its fruit. However, Alfie is not exactly the happiest man at that moment.

"Move it! We don't have all day!" Alfie shouted, his voice carrying over the noise, his eyes scanning the scene for any sign of Izzy. He couldn't shake the unease that had settled in his gut.

"Ollie, has Izzy arrived yet?" he asked, his impatience growing.

"No, boss," Ollie replied, shaking his head.

Alfie let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his unruly hair. "Bloody hell. What's keeping her?"

As the work continued, Alfie's agitation grew. He paced the shipyard, his mind racing with thoughts of Izzy. She'd been a steady presence, a rock in the midst of chaos. He has been expecting to see her today.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Ollie called out to him again.

"Boss, someone's here to see you."

Alfie turned, expecting to see the woman he longed for, but his face fell when he saw Michael Gray approaching. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Izzy was back with Michael all this time. His expression hardened as Michael drew closer.

Michael offered a polite smile, though it was tinged with unease. "Alfie, good to see you."

Alfie's eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with condescension. "Michael Gray. Didn't expect to see you here. Where's Izzy?"

"Izzy's busy working with Tommy back in Birmingham. I'm here to oversee the shipment."

The older man crossed his arms, his gaze piercing. He was not buying it. "Funny, isn't it? Izzy's been handling this operation from the start. Now you're here to take over. Makes one wonder why."

Michael straightened, his tone firm. "Tommy trusts me to handle this. And I trust Izzy's judgment."

Alfie let out a low chuckle, the sound laced with malice. "Trust, eh? Trust is a fragile thing, Michael. Easily broken." He leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with a hint of something more. "You know, I've always found it fascinating how well Izzy and I work together. There's a certain... understanding between us."

Understanding that he's trying to get under his skin, Michael tried to rise above Alfie's barbs, focusing on the task at hand. "Let's get this shipment off without a hitch, shall we?"

Alfie's expression remained cold, but he nodded. "Fine. But remember, Michael, this is my territory. You'd do well to respect that."

The two men moved through the shipyard, giving orders to the workers and ensuring everything was running smoothly. Alfie's condescending comments continued, each one a subtle dig at Michael's competence.

As they worked, Alfie couldn't resist another jab. "You know, Michael, Izzy always had a knack for this sort of thing. Shame she couldn't be here. We did some of our best work together, really."

Michael's eyes darkened, but he kept his voice steady. "She's doing important work with Tommy. We'll manage here."

The rain picked up, the drizzle turning into a steady downpour. The workers hurried to finish loading the ship, their movements more cautious on the slick planks. Alfie watched them, his mind a tumult of emotions. Every barrel loaded onto the ship felt like another nail in the coffin of his relationship with Izzy.

Alfie leaned in closer to Michael, his voice low and hinting at deeper truths. "It's interesting, isn't it? How some people can have such a profound impact on your life. Izzy's definitely one of those people."

Michael's resolve finally cracked. "You know, Alfie, Izzy warned me about your tendencies. She told me how you can be... difficult. It explains why she was fussing over me this morning. She knew I'd have to deal with you."

Alfie felt a sharp pang of jealousy and pain just at the thought of Izzy taking care of another man. The memories of her caring for him flashed through his mind—the way she tended to him when his sciatica acted up, the gentle touch of her hands, the warmth of her presence whenever they were together. His chest tightened with longing and regret.

Alfie masked his pain with a cold smile. "Did she now? Well, I suppose she was just looking out for you, Michael. As she always does."

The ship's horn blared, signaling the final preparations for departure. Alfie and Michael stood on the dock, watching as the last of the barrels were loaded onto the ship. The workers moved with purpose, their steps quick and deliberate despite the rain-slicked planks.

Alfie turned to Michael, his expression inscrutable. "Well, Michael, looks like you managed to get it done. For now."

Michael nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Thanks for your... assistance, Alfie. I'll be sure to pass along your regards to Izzy."

Alfie's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, simply watching as Michael walked away. As the ship began to pull away from the dock, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Izzy's absence was a void he couldn't ignore, and the realization that she was with Michael only fueled his frustration. His thoughts churned with memories of her—the way she laughed, the way she made him feel alive.

The rain continued to fall, the shipyard emptying as the workers finished their tasks. Alfie stood alone, his thoughts consumed by the woman who had left a mark on his heart and the man who now stood between them.

The ship disappeared into the horizon, the dark silhouette fading into the mist. Alfie remained rooted to the spot, the weight of his unspoken feelings and the reality of his situation bearing down on him. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—jealousy, regret, longing. He clenched his fists, struggling to hold onto the fragments of his composure.

The rain washed over him, mingling with the sweat on his brow. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down. The image of Izzy fussing over Michael haunted him, a cruel reminder of what he had lost.

-

On the other hand, her day had been long and demanding. Izzy had spent hours assisting Tommy in Parliament, navigating the political landscape and managing the intricate details of his Labor MP paperwork. Her mind was still buzzing with the complexities of the day's work.

The city of Birmingham rushed past the windows of Tommy's car as they were driven back. Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy with the day's tension and unspoken thoughts. Tommy Shelby and Izzy sat in the backseat, their expressions reflecting the weight of their responsibilities. Izzy was doing her best to distract herself with the paperwork, knowing that the rum export was taking place today.

Breaking the silence, Tommy's voice was calm but probing. "Letting Michael go to the shipment alone, was that your idea?"

Without looking up from the papers, Izzy responded. "Yes, I thought it was important for Michael to feel in charge."

A slight smirk played on Tommy's lips as he nodded. "You know how to play the game. I'll give you that." He paused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. "But I've been watching you. You were so lively and proactive with the rum export. Now, suddenly, you pass your work to Michael."

Izzy's response was cold and measured, her eyes still on the documents. "It's about what's best for the company."

Narrowing his eyes, Tommy studied her reaction. "Is it? Because it looks to me like there's someone else who's got your attention." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping. "You are distracted, Izzy."

Her hands paused, heart racing. Was it that obvious? Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady herself before slowly looking up from the papers, meeting his gaze. "What are you saying?"

Unwavering, Tommy replied. "I've got an upcoming transaction with the Russians. It's a delicate matter, and I need someone I can trust. A certain jeweler, someone who knows the business inside out."

A chill ran down her spine as she realized who Tommy was referring to. Alfie Solomons. The name sent a wave of conflicting emotions through her. She turned to fully face him, eyes narrowing. "And you think I can make that happen?"

Tommy's expression remained serious. "You have a way with people. Especially with Alfie. If you can get him on board with this transaction, it would benefit the company immensely."

Her mind raced. She had tried so hard to distance herself from Alfie, to keep their worlds separate. The last thing she wanted was to be used as a pawn in Tommy's game. "I told you before, I will not be used like that. I won't talk to Alfie, nor see him."

Leaning back slightly, Tommy's tone was reassuring. "You don't have to. You just need to be where I want you to be. Leave the rest to me."

The car fell into a heavy silence, the weight of Tommy's words lingering in the air. She knew he was right in his own way, but she couldn't let her feelings for Alfie cloud her judgment. She had to stay focused, for the sake of the company and for herself.

They arrived Shelby Company Limited around late afternoon. Michael was seated inside of Tommy's office, waiting for them to arrive. The hum of typewriters and distant chatter from the adjacent rooms barely registered in his mind. He was consumed by the events of the day.

Resting his head in his hands, Michael replayed the confrontation with Alfie over and over again. The rum export had been a success, but it left him frustrated and seething. Alfie's constant interference and undermining remarks had gnawed at his confidence. He felt the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him, amplified by the ever-present shadow of Izzy's competence and past achievements.

The door creaked open, and Tommy entered the office, followed closely by Izzy. The tension in the air was almost tangible as Tommy's eyes flicked to Michael, assessing his cousin's demeanor.

"Michael," Tommy greeted curtly, taking his seat behind the desk. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flame briefly illuminating his face. Izzy offered a brief nod, her expression neutral but her eyes holding a hint of concern as she noticed Michael's tense posture.

Exhaling a plume of smoke, Tommy leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. "Tell us about the shipment. I heard it went well."

Straightening, Michael tried to mask his irritation. "Yes, it went well. The shipment was successful, but Alfie... he made things difficult. He questioned our methods, interfered with the process. It was a constant battle."

Tommy's gaze remained steady, but his lips curled into a faint, almost dismissive smile. "Childish complaints, Michael. If you're going to take on responsibilities like this, you need to handle them like a professional. You think Alfie respects whining?"

His frustration grew, but Michael forced himself to remain calm. "It's not whining, Tommy. Alfie undermined our efforts at every turn."

Sensing the rising tension and feeling a pang of sympathy for Michael, Izzy stepped forward, her voice soothing. "You did well, Michael. Alfie can be challenging, but you managed to get the job done."

As she spoke, Izzy couldn't help but recall her own encounters with Alfie and the challenges she had faced. She understood the pressure Michael was under and wanted to offer him some support. Seeing Michael struggle pained her, especially knowing how hard he'd tried.

Tommy's eyes narrowed, his focus shifting to Izzy. "You know, when Izzy took charge of this operation from the beginning, she didn't let Alfie or anyone else get under her skin. She got the job done without any drama."

The comparison stung. Michael felt the fire of resentment burning within him. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Izzy glanced at Michael, noticing his growing tension. She felt a mixture of empathy and frustration—empathy for the pressure he was under and frustration at Tommy's harsh words. "Tommy, the shipment was successful, and that's what matters."

As he took another drag from his cigarette, Tommy responded. "Sure, Izzy. But success doesn't come from avoiding conflict. It comes from handling it."

Humiliated and inadequate, Michael's anger simmered beneath the surface. His mind raced with thoughts of proving himself. He stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the wooden floor.

"I need to step out for a moment," he muttered, his voice tight. Without waiting for a response, he strode out of the office, leaving Tommy and Izzy behind.

Watching him go, Izzy felt a flicker of concern. "That was harsh. He's trying his best."

Impassive as ever, Tommy exhaled another plume of smoke. "Harsh is what he needs, Izzy. If he can't handle the pressure, he shouldn't be in this business."

Sighing, Izzy knew there was no changing Tommy's mind once it was made up. She could only hope that Michael would find a way to rise above the challenges and prove his worth. As she returned to her work, thoughts of Michael's frustration and the weight of expectations he carried lingered in her mind.

Later that evening, tension hung heavy in the air as Izzy found Michael pacing back and forth in their shared office. She closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the silence. His restless movements reflected the turmoil inside him.

"Michael," she called softly, walking towards him. "We need to talk."

He stopped pacing, turning to face her with a mix of anger and frustration. "What is there to talk about, Izzy? Tommy doesn't believe in me. He thinks I'm a child."

Taking a deep breath, Izzy tried to keep her voice steady. "Tommy is harsh, but he's trying to push you to be better. You can't let his words get to you."

Stepping closer, Michael pointed a finger at her. "Easy for you to say. You're his favorite. You're the one he trusts with everything."

The sting of his words hit Izzy, but she stood her ground. "Michael, we're supposed to be partners. We're supposed to support each other. This isn't a competition."

Pacing again with agitated steps, he scoffed. "Maybe it's time you took a backseat for once. Or better yet, maybe you should just stop working."

Disbelief washed over her as she followed his movements with her eyes. "You're asking me to give up everything I've worked for? Just to make you feel better?"

Turning to face her again, his jaw tightened. "Yes, Izzy. Maybe that's exactly what I'm asking. I'm tired of always feeling like I'm second best."

"Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe you are a child. A child who can't handle the pressure and needs someone else to blame for his own insecurities." Izzy said coldly. She's had enough of this.

Fury twisted Michael's face. "So, you think I'm a child too. You're no different from him."

Patience snapping, Izzy's frustration boiled over. "What kind of support do you need, Michael? I came here all the way from Brooklyn for you! I stood by your side, dealing with your mom, and this is how you treat me? By asking me to give up my work, the reason why I left home?"

His expression faltered for a moment, but pride kept him from backing down. "You don't understand the pressure I'm under, Izzy. You make it look so easy."

Shaking her head, she found it hard to comprehend his mindset. "You think it's easy for me? Every day I fight to prove myself to this family. A family which you're already a part of. But I don't let my insecurities turn me into an asshole."

Their voices had grown louder, thickening the tension in the room. Passing by, Esme and Lizzy paused, exchanging concerned glances as they overheard the escalating argument.

Grabbing her bag, Izzy started packing her things, her movements sharp and angry. "You know what, Michael? I'm done coddling you. If you can't handle the pressure, maybe it's better if we don't speak for a while."

Stunned into silence, Michael watched her walk to the door. Upon opening it, she saw Esme and Lizzy standing in the hallway, their looks filled with concern. Giving them a brief nod, Izzy left, feeling a mix of anger and sadness.

-

The sound of tires crunching on the gravel announced Alfie Solomons' arrival at the Shelby Mansion. His car came to a halt, and the driver opened the door. Stepping out, Alfie adjusted his coat and hat as he took in the imposing structure of the mansion before him.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and one of Tommy's men greeted him, leading him through the opulent halls of the mansion. Alfie smirked at the ostentatious display of wealth and power, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Finally, they reached a large room where Tommy stood by the fireplace, staring into the dancing flames. The crackling fire filled the silence as Alfie entered, his presence commanding and unmistakable.

Turning from the fireplace, Tommy's eyes narrowed with a slight smirk. "Morning, Alfie. Glad you could make it."

Alfie scrutinized his surroundings, removing his hat and taking a slow, deliberate step forward. "Yeah, well, you know, Tom... I'm a bit curious why you'd drag me out to the middle of the goddamn forest first thing in the morning."

Tommy's smirk widened as he motioned for Alfie to take a seat. "We have important matters to discuss."

Settling into a nearby chair, Alfie crossed his arms, his curiosity piqued. "Alright, Tom. What's this all about?"

Tommy's expression turned serious as he took a deep breath. "I'm about to strike a deal with the Russians. They have some valuable jewelry, and I need your expertise to appraise and handle it."

The mention of the Russians made Alfie's demeanor shift, a frown creasing his forehead. "The Russians, eh? You know I don't like dealing with them. Bunch of dishonest bastards, the lot of them."

The truth is, Tommy anticipated his resistance. "I'm aware of your feelings, Alfie. But this deal could be highly profitable for both of us. Your mastery of jewelry is unparalleled, and I need someone I can trust. Besides, you'll get your cut from the profits too."

The Jewish man wasn't convinced. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed his arms, eyes narrowing. "Trust, is it? You think throwing a few shiny trinkets my way is gonna make me forget who we're dealing with?"

Tommy leaned forward, his voice dropping to a menacing tone. "There's another job I plan to give to Izzy."

The mention of Izzy made Alfie's demeanor shift. "Izzy, eh? What's this job you're talking about?"

Tommy's eyes narrowed further, a sinister edge in his smile. "She's been taking a step back from our operations. She's even let Michael take over tasks we both know he's not... knowledgeable of handling."

A snicker escaped Alfie, his amusement clear. The flickering shadows added an eerie edge to his smirk. "That lad's an incompetent child, that's what he is. Can't believe Izzy puts up with him."

Tommy's smile turned more calculating as he continued, "To compensate for her lost work, I've informed some of my business partners and certain politicians about Izzy's... companionship. I believe you know what that means, Alfie."

A surge of anger welled up inside Alfie, his fists clenching at his sides. The shadows seemed to close in around him. How dare Tommy use Izzy as leverage? His protectiveness over her intensified. Alfie's jaw tightened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. The room felt colder, the tension palpable. He leaned forward, eyes locked on Tommy's.

"You ruthless son of a bitch, Tom. Using Izzy to get what you want..." He took a deep breath, trying to contain the fury that threatened to boil over. Thoughts of Izzy filled his mind—the woman he cared for, being used as a pawn in Tommy's game. He wanted to lash out, to make Tommy regret his words, but he knew he had to play it smart. The stakes were too high.

"You know, Tom, I've met some right bastards in my time, but you—you're something special. I should knock that smug look off your face, but I'll tell you what... I'll play your game. For now."

Alfie's voice dropped to a low, dangerous growl, his eyes never leaving Tommy's. "But if anything happens to her, if she gets hurt because of this... I'll personally deliver you to God himself. You hear me, Tommy?"

Tommy's eyes met Alfie's with a steely resolve. He understood the depth of Alfie's anger and the seriousness of his threat. "Agreed, Alfie. We'll make sure nothing happens to her. We have a deal."

Alfie sat in heavy silence, he could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. Every fiber of his being wanted to lash out, but he knew he had to keep his composure for Izzy's sake. They weren't on speaking terms anymore—Izzy's absence had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. But that didn't change how he felt. He was determined to save her from Tommy's machinations, no matter what it took.

Rising from his chair with a grunt, Alfie put his hat back on with a swift motion. He fixed Tommy with a hard stare. "When I take Izzy away, Tom, make sure there's no disturbances. Keep Michael and the rest of your lot on a tight leash. I ain't got time for their antics."

With that, Alfie turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the halls. The weight of their agreement hung heavily in the air, as the door closed behind him.

Tommy Shelby lit his cigarette, the faint trail of smoke curling up toward the ceiling. The room was still thick with the tension from his meeting with Alfie. He watched through the window as Alfie's car screeched away, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. Satisfaction crept across his face, the proposition secured.

The heavy wooden doors creaked open once more. Tommy's gaze shifted to the entrance, where Izzy appeared, clutching a folder of parliament paperwork, blissfully unaware of the storm that had just passed.

Tommy's smirk widened as he realized how narrowly Alfie and Izzy had missed each other. Minutes apart. Just minutes.

"Izzy, just in time," Tommy greeted, his tone smooth and almost mocking.

"Tommy, here's the paperwork you need for tonight," Izzy said, handing over the folder.

Tommy took the folder, the weight of it grounding him in the present moment, yet his mind danced with the sinister intricacies of his plans. The web of alliances and betrayals spun ever tighter around him.

"We've got another business meeting to attend to. Let's go," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of hidden machinations.

As they walked out of the house, Tommy couldn't help but reflect on the eerie precision of his orchestration. Alfie, Izzy, Michael—they were all pawns in his game, moving exactly as he intended. The cold morning air hit his face, but his resolve was unshaken.

He glanced at Izzy, who remained oblivious to the full extent of his schemes. To her, it was just another task. But to Tommy, it was a carefully laid trap, every piece falling into place. The game was far from over, and he was determined to emerge victorious.

Izzy, still unaware of the near-miss encounter with the man she loved, and the sinister plans swirling around her, followed Tommy to the car. As they drove away, an uneasy silence settled between them, a stark reminder of Tommy's intricate schemes.

[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Agent 47 vs Bell!

Conditions:

Both sides have their entire canonical arsenals. Agent 47 does not have his Easter Egg feats and Bell has no scaling from COD Zombies.

Scenario:

After the United States declassifies Operation Greenlight, the program in which they hid nuclear bombs in every major European city in the world to detonate on the off chance any of them fell to Communism, the International community is outraged. They give Agent 47 a luxurious extended contract, as well as a blank check, to assassinate everyone who was involved in the project that's still alive to send the message not to do this again. Bell, who had retired to a beachside mansion in Florida after somehow surviving the ending of Cold War, notices several of their old colleagues dying in mysterious accidents and gears up to take on whoever's going after them.

Analysis: Agent 47

"Names are for friends, so I don't need one."

One day, the International Contract Agency found a mysterious man knocking on their front door. The man had no name, no history, and seemingly no personality. All he had was a remarkable gift for murder, as if he were the grim reaper himself. He said he went by 47. It wasn't a name, so he made it one. He became the ICA's greatest assassin and paved a legacy of death everywhere he went.

In truth, Agent 47 was a clone, created by Dr. Ortmyer in an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin. Unfortunately for Ortmyer, he succeeded. 47 killed his pseudo father, and struck out on his own. Left directionless by the revelation of his birth, 47 attempted to start a normal life for himself. Unfortunately, he found that his only talents were in killing people. So, he decided to he was going to be the best there ever was at it. He would kill the most powerful people in the world for the right price and prove that no one, no matter how powerful, was above consequences.

Agent 47 is a master of stealth and disguise unlike any other. He's considered a myth to law enforcement agencies all around the world and has repeatedly killed people with the same level of mythic status as himself. Those who do know he exists would much rather hire him than make him their enemy. A smart move considering he tears down international conspiracies on a weekly basis.

Agent 47 is quiet the Renaissance Man, even rivaling Mario for the title. He's more than capable of doing nearly any job on the planet and is capable of using anything as a weapon. He can knock grown, fully armoured men out cold with snowballs and feather dusters. He can kill people with umbrellas, pencils, and pens. He can even use fire extinguishers as improvised grenades. An Agent 47 armed with only his garrote wire, silver baller pistol, and coins is best considered fully armed and dangerous, but he's capable of using much more. When even his standard, silenced Silverballer pistols are strong enough to kill elephants in one shot, you know he's a walking armory. Shotguns, SMGs, sniper rifles, and more. If 47 doesn't have them at home, he can buy them off of his arms dealers. And that's not even counting his truly ridiculous weapons, such as a briefcase that homes in on anyone he throws it at and goes through anything in its path, a variety of grenades and explosives disguised as rubber ducks, toys, or golf balls, and a whole host poisons he can inject, spray, or poison your drink with, ranging from emetic rat poison to make you vomit, sleeping drugs to knock you out cold, or traditional poisons that can enduce heart attacks or shut down your brain. Whether he's bringing it from home, finding it on sight, or making his weapons out of whatever he's found lying around, 47 always has countless weapons close to hand and he can kill you in at least five different ways with each.

Similarly, 47 is smart enough to competently perform any job on Earth, even frequently imitating and impressing experts in his field. Butlers, Doctors, DJs, CEOs, Engineers, and so on and so forth. He has successfully disguised himself as close loved ones of his targets and is fluent enough in most languages to pass himself off as a native speaker. This vast array of knowledge allows him to improvise countless ways to kill his targets. From drowning you in a toilet, tricking your bodyguards into killing you, manipulating your wife into pushing you off a bridge, driving you to grief stricken suicide, or even running you over with a goddamn train, if there's a way to kill someone, he's thought of it and performed it with no one any the wiser.

On top of his superhuman intellect, 47 is superhuman physically as well. He can survive exposure to the freezing cold temperatures of the Carpathian mountains while mostly naked, is immune to nearly every poison and disease known to man (baring few exceptions) has survived being electrocuted while standing in water (albiet was knocked out by this), tanked a hit from an RPG-7 (which explode with a minimum energy of 3,600 kilojoules) and has a resistance to mind control so great that the person trying to mind control him died from the sheer backlash. It has even been noted by an implied psychic (who was clairvoyant enough to deduce a client's criminal history) that 47 has an aura of death looming around him that strikes terror into anyone capable of seeing it. And since 47 doesn't physically age, he will never grow out of his prime. As such, he's still kicking ass well into 59, easily outperforming men half his age.

Agent 47 also has the Instinct ability, a sixth sense that allows him to see through walls and can predict where his targets are going.

47 has snuck into the White House undetected, frequently dismantles international conspiracies and secret societies, and is strong and skilled enough to defeat a middleweight MMA World Champion in only three blows. He even bested Sanchez, a genetically engineered superhuman who was twice his size, in unarmed combat.

If 47 has any weaknesses at all, it's that he rarely makes an emotional connections with anyone. The trauma of his ruthless upbringing has left him emotionally distant and he struggles to emotionally connect with others. Those he does care about he will do anything to protect, even against suicidal odds. Similarly, he has repressed many of the memories of his childhood, partly due to trauma and partly due to mindwiping drugs, and he frequently questions his place in the universe due to his upbringing. 47 doesn't think he's capable of committing to any line of work that doesn't involve murder, without hurting the few people he holds dear.

Agent 47 was an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin and he was a complete success. Unfortunately for his creators, he was still human. This meant that they were the first in a long list of people to discover just how well they'd succeeded.

Analysis: Bell

The year is 1981. The Cold War rages on. Even with both the United States and the Soviet Union staring down economic crises, both hover over the nuclear button waiting for the other to blink. The fate of billions lay in the hubris of empires.

It is in the midst of this chaos, American black ops operative Russell Adler, known and feared as "America's Monster", stumbles across the master plan of the mythical Russian spy Purseus. Supposedly the spy that leaked the Manhattan Project, though until now, he was considered nothing more than an urban legend. The reveal that the agent was involved the Iranian Hostage Crisis and seemingly had bigger plans on a global scale, was enough to put the United States on high alert. President Reagan authorized Adler to take Purseus down by any means necessary, treaties and international laws be damned. This gave Adler the green light to concoct a particularly devious plan.

Abducting one of Purseus's top agents, Adler subjected them to the United States's experimental mind control program. He tore apart their old personality and rebuilt them from the ground up, creating new memories for them to recontextualize the vital knowledge they already had. They weren't a co-conspirator in Purseus's plans, they were sn American agent who decoded them. They weren't a Soviet operative, they were MI6, no CIA, no ex-KGB. Whatever Adler needed them to be for his current narrative and operation. Their old self was gone, rebuilt and replaced with a codename. Bell. And they had a job to do.

They could still be nonbinary though. Adler didn't care about that. He may be America's Monster, but he's not transphobic. Diversity win?

As amoral as the action was, Bell proved to be worth the risk. They're highly trained in weapons from all over the globe of the Cold War era, including those which technically shouldn't even exist yet. For close range combat and stealth operations, they carry knives, throwing knives, smoke grenades, stun grenades, M67 grenades, tomahawks, and even C4. But for full on gun battles, they come decked out with a variety of rifles, machine guns, and pistols. From the tranquilizer gun when stealth is of the essence, to the glorious and iconic SPAS 12 shotgun. Oh, sorry, the "Gallo SA12". It's a SPAS 12 guys. The trusty recursive bow and "Pellington" (*cough* R700 *cough cough*) sniper rifles make silenced sniping a breeze, while the War Machine and Thumper Grenade Launchers helpfully obliterate everything in their path. And for everything in between, the MP5 and AK-47 submachine guns and automatics shred through dirty communists and filthy capitalists alike.

Bell possesses a remarkable intellect beneath all that firepower too. They're smart enough to track Purseus's best agents across the globe, covert enough to infiltrate the KGB Headquarters in the heart of Moscow, and deadly enough to kill everyone there should their cover be blown and leave no witnesses. The sheer fact that they can get away with half of what they do without causing World War 3 is a testament to their skill and lethality. Hell, the whole reason Adler mind controlled them was because traditional interrogation techniques just wouldn't work on the bastard. And with a willpower like Bell's even that only gets you so far...

As Purseus's plan unraveled, more dark secrets about both sides were revealed. The United States had secretly inserted nuclear weapons inside of allied nations "just in case" they needed to be detonated, and Purseus was planning to activate them to turn the world against the US. Cornered and desperate, Adler had no choice but to dive even further into Bell's mind... inadvertently allowing them to break free of their control in the process.

Bell had seen the worst sides of both halves of the Cold War. Seen that both were perfectly happy to kill billions for their own benefit. The Cold War wasn't a war of ideology, it was two dying empires using foreign nations as a chess board to stroke their ego. And now Bell, fully themselves again, had to choose which one would decide the fate of history.

Should Bell choose to rejoin their Soviet Allies, they'll get the rare pleasure of facing the legendary Alex Mason in combat. The one who fought his way out of a gulag with just a rusty handgun. The one who, when under Soviet mind control, assassinated John F Kennedy. And they would have the even rarer pleasure of killing him.

Early in that very game, Mason would survive an aircraft wing falling right on top of him and get up completely unharmed. A 48,000 kg aircraft wing falling from a height of 48 meters would hit with a force of roughly 1,686 kilojoules. And Bell could still kill him.

Of course, the cost of that honor would be allowing Purseus to kill billions. Would it be worth it? Which of these rotting empires deserves the world on a string? And which is the least likely to have Bell killed once the choice is made?

Throwdown Breakdown:

The AroAce assassin the kills capitalists for a living vs the nonbinary communist who started world war three. If these two black ops operatives offering their handlers plausible deniability met in one-on-one combat, who would win?

In terms of weaponry, these characters run broadly even when it comes to their standard firearms. While 47's weapons are technically more advanced due to coming from the modern day, a gun is a gun and neither of these fighters are bullet proof. Bell has the advantage of usually coming into a fight dressed for combat with typical military grade protective clothing, while 47 enters situations dressed in his typical suit, but I'd argue that difference is minimal too. 47 has consistently proven that his firearms can pierce standard bullet proof vests and military gear quite easily if needed, and while Call of Duty is unrealistic, it doesn't present its setting's military gear as completely impenetrable to bullets. Far from it, actually.

The real deciding factor here is 47's other gadgets. While Bell's guns can sometimes be anachronistic and unrealistically advanced for the time period, 47's stranger tools border on Bond weapons compared to their relatively grounded arsenal. The homing intangible briefcase is something Bell has no answer for, while 47's variety of poisons attack from a vector Bell has no resistance to. Meanwhile, 47's built in immunity to most poisons makes Bell's tranquilizers nearly useless and 47 has more means of getting sleep inducers into his enemy's system, from gases from a distance, to injections in melee.

On the other hand, overtly powerful explosives are a rarity in 47's arsenal, making the destructive capacity of Bell's grenades and rockets an advantage. If 47 wants to match thr destructive capacity of his opponent, he's going to need to get creative. Propane tanks, fire extinguishers, gas lines, and other environmental factors to undermine Bell, but those are moreso a tactics thing than an equipment thing.

Stealth skills are another near deadlock. I consider their immediate skill in covert operations to be nearly equal, with equally impossible feats under the belts of both: 47 infiltrating the White House, vs Bell infiltrating a meeting of the heads of state of the Soviet Union. Normally I'd give 47 the edge for improvisation. Bell is usually following a preset plan in most of their missions while 47 inprovises on site, but Bell's plans end up going to hell in such a way that they end up improvising anyways. The thing that nudges this field juuuuuuuust into 47's ball park here is creativity, Instinct, and quality of diguises.

When the plan goes to shit and 47 is left scrambling, his immediate instinct is to break off as quietly as possible to strike back at a more opportune moment. When Bell is up shits creak without a paddle, their first instinct is to get out of dodge shooting down everything in their path with whatever weapon they can find. Both of these have been highly successful approaches, but 47's has a better payoff in a one-on-one like this. Furthermore, Instinct will allow 47 to keep an eye in Bell and maneuver them into unwinnable situations, even from far away, or while retreating undercover. And finally, while both are experts of disguise and infiltration, 47 has a better track record owing to his specialization in that field, successful passing himself off as loved ones to complete strangers, where Bell had to rely on prior familiarity with the Soviets they were infiltrating.

On the other hand, this is only an advantage if 47 manages to break off from the engagement. Even then, Bell's equal skill does give good odds that they could get the drop on 47 as well. Instinct does not make 47 omniscient.

Finally, we have hand to hand combat, which is 47's most definitive edge. He is a little over twice as strong as his competition (3,600 vs 1,686), has more modern training, and has fought more people in hand to hand combat in more varied situations across various different fields of combat, while Bell as specifically fought only soldiers like themself in specifically battlefield situations with similar training and tactics to themself. But, this advantage is solely predicated of experience and strength. In terms of skill and caliber of opponents fought, 47 and Bell are once again equals, with Alex Mason in particularly either evenly matching (Lucas Grey) or downright surpassing some of 47's toughest foes (Sanchez and The Rage).

All that said, 47 does not sweep Bell by any stretch. Most of his advantages are only by slight margins. Ever single skill that Bell and 47 share is a field they are nearly equal in. I'd even go so far as to put marksmanship slightly in Bell's corner given the caliber of opponent (Mason) that Bell has outsniped, 47 just has more skills generally to draw on.

Part of this is due to experience, yes. 47 is nearly 60 compared to his opponent's "unspecified but 30s at the youngest". But this mostly comes down to their exact specializations. Bell is a black ops soldier might to fight and infiltrate in Cold War military environments. 47 is an all purpose assassin built to operate in *any* environment. The areas that 47 outclasses Bell, particular in creativity and bizarre weaponry, are areas that wouldn't be useful behind cover in the battlefield and are only coming up as shortcomings here in a one on one fight against someone who does those skills.

That's what happens when you put the protagonist of a military FPS against a Stealth Sandbox protagonist. One has to be built for doing one specific thing very well, while the other has to do *everything* very well. And when the sandbox character has six games to perfect their arsenal, well... there's only one conclusion to be reached.

Here's how I think this fight would roughly play out.

This would start out as your standard shootout and they two would stand evenly matched for a long time. Eventually, one or the other gets forced back. Either 47 gets forced to retreat by Bell's destructive arsenal and battlefield experience, or Bell is driven to retreat by 47's bizarre weaponry. More likely the former. What ensues is a game of stealth and misdirection as the two try to get the drop on each other.

47 would use his Instinct to keep an eye on Bell while using every weapon he can find to set up an ambush. Given 47's experience outsmarting Cold War operatives, such as Eric Soders and Janus, both of whom were major players in undercover operations in the Cold War, 47 would use prior knowledge of that sort of mindset to set a purposefully inconspicuous trap, all the while trying to keep hidden with sporadic movements. Given Bell's own considerable skill, especially considering their defective work, this would take some time to pull off...

Both characters would ambush and escape each other back and forth with gas grenades and flash bangs, wearing each other down with traded bullet wounds, stab wounds, and cholk holds before disappearing again.

47's victory wouldn't come from a superior display of martial arts, or gun play, or even stealth. It'd come from the perfectly laid trap. An entire room set to blow with a leaking stove before Bell takes a shot... flooding a room before carefully using a loose cord... or loosening the supports right below the most viable sniping perch right when Bell goes to take the high ground. One mistep and it would just be over. No muss. No fuss.

"Target down, 47. Now find an exit."

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Agent 47!

[navnitmarine]

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[autisticsupervillain]

FTF: Crossover Competition

The show where we take two characters from different franchises and make them compete in something that ISN'T a fight to the death.

This Week's Competitors...

Agent 47 vs I.M.P.

Competition:

Agent 47 is tasked with assassinating all of the targets IMP is sent to the human world to deal with during Season 1 of Helluva Boss, while IMP is tasked with assassinating all of the story mission targets in Hitman 2016. Which side succeeds in fulfilling all their contracts?

Conditions:

Stats Equalized. Agent 47 is at the level of IMP, while IMP is at the level of 47, to keep any stat differences between universes negating the challenge.

Both characters are given the same mission briefing for each target that the other was canonically provided with, just from canonically appropriate sources (IMP getting the briefing from whatever sinner hired them while 47 gets his briefing from Diana, but the intel granted is the same)

Neither are allowed outside help (while IMP will still have Stolas's book to allow them to persue the contracts in the first place, Stolas himself cannot keep watch or bail them out. Similarly, 47 will not be supplied weapons by his ICA or black market contacts and will only be allowed the weapons it is shown he owns and keeps at home in Freelancer)

Agent 47 does not have any feats granted to him by easter eggs.

Analysis: Agent 47

"Names are for friends, so I don't need one."

One day, the International Contract Agency found a mysterious man knocking on their front door. The man had no name, no history, and seemingly no personality. All he had was a remarkable gift for murder, as if he were the grim reaper himself. He said he went by 47. It wasn't a name, so he made it one. He became the ICA's greatest assassin and paved a legacy of death everywhere he went.

In truth, Agent 47 was a clone, created by Dr. Ortmyer in an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin. Unfortunately for Ortmyer, he succeeded. 47 killed his pseudo father, and struck out on his own. Left directionless by the revelation of his birth, 47 attempted to start a normal life for himself. Unfortunately, he found that his only talents were in killing people. So, he decided to he was going to be the best there ever was at it. He would kill the most powerful people in the world for the right price and prove that no one, no matter how powerful, was above consequences.

Agent 47 is a master of stealth and disguise unlike any other. He's considered a myth to law enforcement agencies all around the world and has repeatedly killed people with the same level of mythic status as himself. Those who do know he exists would much rather hire him than make him their enemy. A smart move considering he tears down international conspiracies on a weekly basis.

Agent 47 is quiet the Renaissance Man, even rivaling Mario for the title. He's more than capable of doing nearly any job on the planet and is capable of using anything as a weapon. He can knock grown, fully armoured men out cold with snowballs and feather dusters. He can kill people with umbrellas, pencils, and pens. He can even use fire extinguishers as improvised grenades. An Agent 47 armed with only his garrote wire, silver baller pistol, and coins is best considered fully armed and dangerous, but he's capable of using much more. When even his standard, silenced Silverballer pistols are strong enough to kill elephants in one shot, you know he's a walking armory. Shotguns, SMGs, sniper rifles, and more. If 47 doesn't have them at home, he can buy them off of his arms dealers. And that's not even counting his truly ridiculous weapons, such as a briefcase that homes in on anyone he throws it at and goes through anything in its path, a variety of grenades and explosives disguised as rubber ducks, toys, or golf balls, and a whole host poisons he can inject, spray, or poison your drink with, ranging from emetic rat poison to make you vomit, sleeping drugs to knock you out cold, or traditional poisons that can enduce heart attacks or shut down your brain. Whether he's bringing it from home, finding it on sight, or making his weapons out of whatever he's found lying around, 47 always has countless weapons close to hand and he can kill you in at least five different ways with each.

Similarly, 47 is smart enough to competently perform any job on Earth, even frequently imitating and impressing experts in his field. Butlers, Doctors, DJs, CEOs, Engineers, and so on and so forth. He has successfully disguised himself as close loved ones of his targets and is fluent enough in most languages to pass himself off as a native speaker. This vast array of knowledge allows him to improvise countless ways to kill his targets. From drowning you in a toilet, tricking your bodyguards into killing you, manipulating your wife into pushing you off a bridge, driving you to grief stricken suicide, or even running you over with a goddamn train, if there's a way to kill someone, he's thought of it and performed it with no one any the wiser.

On top of his superhuman intellect, 47 is superhuman physically as well. He can survive exposure to the freezing cold temperatures of the Carpathian mountains while mostly naked, is immune to nearly every poison and disease known to man (baring few exceptions) has survived being electrocuted while standing in water (albiet was knocked out by this) and has a resistance to mind control so great that the person trying to mind control him died from the sheer backlash. It has even been noted by an implied psychic (who was clairvoyant enough to deduce a client's criminal history) that 47 has an aura of death looming around him that strikes terror into anyone capable of seeing it. And since 47 doesn't physically age, he will never grow out of his prime. As such, he's still kicking ass well into 59, easily outperforming men half his age.

Agent 47 also has the Instinct ability, a sixth sense that allows him to see through walls and can predict where his targets are going. However, he cannot use this ability in open combat.

47 has snuck into the White House undetected, frequently dismantles international conspiracies and secret societies, and is strong and skilled enough to defeat a middleweight MMA World Champion in only three blows. He even bested Sanchez, a genetically engineered superhuman who was twice his size, in unarmed combat.

If 47 has any weaknesses at all, it's that he rarely makes an emotional connections with anyone. The trauma of his ruthless upbringing has left him emotionally distant and he struggles to emotionally connect with others. Those he does care about he will do anything to protect, even against suicidal odds. Similarly, he has repressed many of the memories of his childhood, partly due to trauma and partly due to mindwiping drugs, and he frequently questions his place in the universe due to his upbringing. 47 doesn't think he's capable of committing to any line of work that doesn't involve murder, without hurting the few people he holds dear.

Agent 47 was an attempt to create the world's greatest assassin and he was a complete success. Unfortunately for his creators, he was still human. This meant that they were the first in a long list of people to discover just how well they'd succeeded.

Analysis: The Immediate Murder Professionals

It is remarkably easy to go to hell.

Cheat on your wife? Hell. Kill your husband for cheating on you? Hell. Build miraculous futuristic technologies by experimenting on the poor? Straight to hell! It's hardly fair! No wonder hell is suffering from an overpopulation crisis, it's so easy to get stuck there! And the worst part is, you don't get to enact brutal revenge on those who wronged you in life! What's a forsaken soul to do?

Call the Immediate Murder Professionals!

Some of the finest... well... deadliest... no... some of the luckiest imps in hell have gained special access to the human world, and they're using that incredible power to kill whatever puny earthlings you get around to in life. Thanks to their... "business arrangement" with the demon prince Stolas Goetia, these professional killers have special access to the grimoire of the Ars Goetia, permitting them to create portals anywhere in the human world.

They're lead by Blitzo. The O is silent. Once a simple circus performer whose life was destroyed in a fire that killed his family, scarred him for life, and destroyed his relationship with his best friend, he now runs one of hell's most unique up and coming businesses. Despite being a loud, vulgar, abrasive wind bag, he's a deadly proficient killer and assassin. A master acrobat with a flair for the dramatic, he's never caught without a flintlock, a semiautomatic, and a sniper rifle. And he's the one who arranged the business deal with his.... partner Stolas.

It's a transactional fucking, he swears.

But despite his numerous flaws, he's a loving father to his beloved hellhound daughter Loona.

Moxie Knolastname was once an enforcer for his abusive father's mafia family, joining up with Blitzo in prison after a job gone wrong and... begrudgingly... respecting him for being a truly loving father and, on occasion, a good friend. The greatest marksman on the team, this well read thespian and historian is just as deadly an assassin as any of his teammates.

With him, he brings his loving wife Millie, arguably the single most bloodthirsty imp this side of the ring of wrath. Armed with a short temper and a massive battle axe, she can cleave targets in half by the hundreds and will happily slaughter an army to reunite with her dear husband.

Together, this scrappy rag tag team is capable of taking down any target you hire them for, from a family of cannibalistic serial killers to an entire building of demon hunters. Despite their lack of magical glamours, they're still masters of practical disguises, able to easily blend in to the human world and take any identity they might need, even disguising as world famous celebrities. They carry every kind of weapon they might need, from pistols to sniper rifles, battle axes to swords, crossbows, grenades, and even a big, fuck off rocket launcher nearly the size of a building.

But their deadliest weapon of all would have to be their holy tipped gun. As an ordinary gun enhanced with the melted down weapons of angels, these fire arms are powerful and deadly enough to even kill demon royalty, nullifying their powers and destroying their souls completely.

As demons from hell, they're far more resilient than any ordinary human. They've regularly shrugged off being shot, stabbed, blown up, and crushed. They can drink demonic alcohol with no ill effects, which can transform earth animals into monsterous sea beasts, and Blitzo in particular can even beat out Queen Beelzebub, Queen of Gluttony herself, in a drinking contest. They're completely immune to Earth fire and can even tank an explosion that destroyed all of Loo Loo Land.

Millie was singlehandedly capable of slaughtering the Knolastname mob family, they've massacred their way through the demon hunting D.H.O.R.K.S., defeated Striker, one of the deadliest assassins in the entirety of the wrath ring, and even managed to kill a target who was protected by the angels of heaven. The team can consistently dodge arrows, bullets, and even automatic fire, and can keep up with the Robotic Fizzarolli in combat, who can dodge Blitzo's guns at close range.

But despite all of their on paper impressive feats, they are still held back by some massive glaring flaws. As imps, they're some of the lowest ranking demons in hell's hierarchy, having none of the special powers of royal or sinner demons. They're just as mortal as regular humans. But Blitzo in particular can sometimes by the tean's biggest liability. He blames himself for the fire that destroyed his life, and has developed a repugnant personality that pushes away the people closest to him because that's what he believes he deserves. He refuses to acknowledge his deeper feelings for Stolas because he can't comprehend someone genuinely loving him back and his inappropriate behavior can at times put strain on his team's coordination.

Despite that, I.M.P can simultaneously be some of the luckiest demons in hell. So lucky that Blitzo was once able to trick an entire room full of gangsters into killing each other by tipping over a box. They've even recently gained an ally in Asmodeus, the King of Lust himself, via Blitzo repairing his old relationship with his long lost childhood friend Fizzarolli.

Life in hell might shit all over them, but they'll never be down for long. So if you're a sinner with a score to settle, hire the Immediate Murder Professionals! Kids die for freeeeee~

Throwdown Theme:

Competition Breakdown:

Agent 47's Section

Murder Family

The target, "Mama" Martha, is launched into stardom and hailed as a hero after she cheats on her husband with a married man and survives the impromptu murder suicide that occurs when the wife gets home. The grieving family of the deceased Mrs. Mayberry hire 47 to get revenge on the woman they blame for ruining her perfect life.

As per the rules, Agent 47 will not know ahead of time that he's dealing with a family of cannibalistic satanists, but I honestly doubt he'd be thrown by such a revelation. 47 is very used to his targets being comically terrible people and his reaction to being confronted by serial killers is to bluntly tell them he's not impressed and that he's seen worse. He'd probably just go:

If he even reacts at all. The dude is hilariously unflappable. He'd honestly kinda fit in on the Hazbinverse's comically terrible Earth.

As for the Murder Family themselves, I don't see 47 having much trouble. By Hazbinverse standards, they're just ordinary humans. While they are skilled enough to put IMP on the backfoot, it's very out of character for 47 to directly confront them in open combat. Especially when Martha's the one he's here to kill. 47's biggest issue is he refuses to hurt children, so he'd likely avoid a direct confrontation. Likely by hiding in the closet until the family goes to bed and smothering Martha in her sleep with a pillow, which he's been known to do before. 47 clears pretty easily here.

Spring Broken:

This is an interesting one. The premise of this episode is that Blitzo is competing with his ex to kill more targets than she can fuck in a day by taking thousands of contracts at once with all the targets being in the same spring break crowd.

To set this up on 47's side. 47 in character is not going to get in a competitive dick measuring contest with a succubus he doesn't know. In fact, his reaction in that scenario would be "wait, demons are real?"

This is the man who reacted to meeting the actual Santa Claus by bludgeoning him unconscious, stealing his clothes, and stealing his sleigh to escape the crime scene. He's not phased by damn near anything.

In character, 47 would imbark on this kind of challenge... because he can. 47 canonically loves to test his skills with complicated, over the top kills that he somehow pulls off undetected. Taking thousands of contracts whose targets are all attending the same spring break party would be completely in character for him if he's bored and in the mood to flex a bit.

But that set up removes any prior knowledge of Verosika, who is hosting the party in her human disguise. This creates a problem, as during the party, Verosika carelessly tosses a demonic alcoholic drink into the ocean, transforming a passing fish into a giant sea monster that IMP must then take down. With no prior inclination that this is something that could happen, how does 47 fair?

Well, hilariously, I think his in character approach would side step this in a very practical way. 47 would likely drug the party's alcohol with sleeping drugs to knock out everyone at the party, inadvertently KO'ing Verosika before she can create the ocean monster. This leaves Verosika's bodyguard, Tex, left to deal with, as he's too professional and responsible to be caught drinking on the job. But 47 could just follow up by shooting him in the neck with a sleeping dart. Demons have been effected by Earth sleeping drugs before and 47's can knock out hippos in seconds, so that should still bring down the Hellhound.

After that, 47 can kill his targets at his leisure, leaving Verosika to wake up hours later surrounded by a lot of conspicuously dead party goers and no clue that 47 was ever there.

C.H.E.R.U.B.

Lyle Lipton is a corrupt inventor who experiments on the poor to create advanced technology for the world's three trillionaires. That isn't too outside 47's wheelhouse. The issue is CHERUB, angels from heaven who arrive to talk Lyle out of suicide.

Thing is... 47 is Christian. He donates to Christian charities and orphanages to settle his conscience and he genuinely struggles with whether a clone like him has a soul. The second game has him adopted by a Christian pastor and try and retire under his care. Would 47 kill someone who is under the protection of angels?

The thing is the context. For one, 47 ultimately concludes at the end of that game that his nature as an assassin will always win out over his faith and returning to his life of crime. While he still values those close to him, 47 continues being an assassin because he thinks that's all he's capable of being.

Ultimately, if 47's faith didn't protect Saint Nick himself, it wouldn't protect Lyle. He'd just go...

In character, I think 47 would just wait for CHERUB to finish talking Lyle out of suicide. Either they fail and 47 succeeds, or they succeed and leave, at which point 47 snipes Lyle through his bedroom window. Without CHERUB involved, Lyle's just a sick old billionaire and 47's killed plenty of those.

I won't be covering DHORKS. IMP weren't hired to go after them, they got kidnapped by them. DHORKS are demon hunters who'd have no reason to go after 47 if they even know he exists. He's outside their jurisdiction.

IMP's section

The Showstopper

Viktor Novikov and Dalia Margolis are the biggest fashion icons in the world and the heads of an international blackmail operation called Iago. IMP is hired by one their indirect victims after they're killed by a terrorist group that Iago sold their location out to.

This presents an immediate problem: IMP doesn't speak French. Well... maybe.

They've never taken a contract outside of America before and there's no indication that demons automatically understand every language in this universe. (For example, we know for a fact that Fizzarolli can't speak Italian, because Crimson is insulted by his mangled attempt to do so.) At least, not Imps or Hellhounds, who aren't supposed to go to the mortal world in the first place and thus usually wouldn't have any reason to learn these languages.

But, there is a caveat there. IMP does regularly interact with Sinners from Earth, who can come from everywhere on Earth. It just hasn't come up because we've never seen them operate outside of America yet. And we also know full well that Imps can learn second languages, as Fizzarolli can speak ASL and Crimson can understand Italian. It's something that would likely come up in IMP's job, so I'll consider the possibility here for the sake of argument.

While IMP can use convincing human disguises, they can't get into the party without an invite and, without 47's ICA connections, cannot forge an ID to get one like he did. But that can be subverted by just hoping over the bushes. Due to security being widly split between both the fashion show and the Iago meeting upstairs, I can see IMP climbing up the side if the building and breaking into the Iago meeting via the balcony.

There, they'd burst into the Iago meeting and gun down everyone in the room, including Dalia.

This is where the whole "Stats Equalized" thing comes into play. IMP are bullet dodgers in their universe. 47 is not. And IMP are Equalized to 47's level. Does this mean they're screwed whenever they start a big gun fight like this?

I'd say no. For one, IMP is tough enough to shrug off wounds like stabs and gunshots to nonvital areas. Imps in general are. But mainly, they have a massive leg up in skill compared to 47 and most of his opposition. IMP are one man armies who should still be more than capable of aim dodging their way through gun fights in the Hitman universe. Especially due to their superhuman agility that the soldiers of the Hitman universe would have little experience dealing with.

Viktor would be informed of the massacre and taken to the saferoom immediately, as IMP aren't particularly known for being quiet. As such, IMP will have to shoot their way down to the basement to get to him. The team's specialties should make this fairly easy though. The supporting fire provided by Moxxie and Blitzo as they bounce around off the walls will keep the heat off Millie and (if she's allowed to come along by Blitzo) Loona as they charge down and maul everyone. Millie alone has singlehandedly carved her way out of the guts of a giant sea monster, so bodyguards with standard issue fire arms won't pose to much trouble. Especially if they try snd shoot her down, they leave themselves open to being sniped by Blitzo and Moxxie.

Combine all that with their supernatural luck and Viktor's a dead man. Worst case scenario and IMP starts getting overwhelmed, they can pull out the giant rocket launcher and bring the whole building down on his head. IMP can and has escaped such things. Viktor has not.

World of Tomorrow

Silvio Caruso and Francesca De Santis are two brilliant scientists working on a bio-weapon that can specifically target certain people based on their DNA. It's a virus with no symptoms that travels harmlessly through targets until it infects and kills the one person it is programmed to. The ultimate assassin.

Viewing this as a threat to his business, Blitzo decides to gather the team to assassinate both scientists and destroy the virus.

Seeing how the team is this time in Sapienza, Italy, I'll be taking into account the potential language barrier again. As far as eliminating the targets goes, I can see IMP not needing to go loud at all. Sapienze provides plenty of sniping vantage spots to eliminate both targets from the other side of the city and Blitzo has proven to be a crack shot with his sniper rifle. The virus itself is a bit more tricky, as it's secure in the underground lab beneath Caruso's mansion. But there is still a stealthy solution there.

The underground lab connects to a dock that is opposite a small island. Use the Ars Goetia to portal over to that island or one of the boats and snipe the stalagmite overtop the virus's containment unit. Done. IMP is capable of being stealthy when they want to be. They just don't always want to be. Depends on what's more convenient for them at the moment.

Of course, they're not gonna care if anyone finds the bodies and that'll put them on the radar of Providence, the secret society bsnkrolling Caruso's experiment. This will be an issue for them in the next hit.

A Guilded Cage

Banker Claus Hugo Strandberg and General Reza Zaydan are co-conspiring a plan to turn the country of Morocco into a military state. After Hugo stole millions from the Moroccan people, he had his envoy break him out of jail in a violent coup, inspiring outraged riots and protests around the country. Zaydan plans to escalate these riots and use them as an excuse to enact martial law and overthrow the government. A wrench is thrown into the works when one of the security guards killed during Strandberg's escape is sent to hell and hires IMP to get revenge.

Strandberg is easy. He's held up in a news station that was turned into an impromptu fortress to protect himself from the angry mobs outside. All IMP needs to do is spark those riots into an open conflict. Blitzo has used his superhuman luck to spark large brawls under far less favorable circumstances and all he'd have to do here is shoot a guard from inside the crowd. Most of Strandberg's security will be distracted by the mob while a small portion stays to escort him to safety. This gives IMP the opportunity to burst into the building and shoot down everyone they see, including Strandberg, then get out in the chaos.

This will give Zaydan the opportunity to launch the second part of his plan, ordering his men to "secure" the city while he sits around comfortably in his military base. Zaydan earned his place through nepotism and ass kissing, so he'd never risk himself in active combat. This makes things... very difficult for IMP.

IMP has only fought one group with a level of skill comparable to an actual genuine army of a country. The demon hunting D.H.O.R.K.S. And they did as well as they did partially because D.H.O.R.K.S refused to use modern weapons like guns except as a last resort. Even then, IMP eventually had to be bailed out by Stolas. This is especially possible here, as Zaydan's forces will likely be buffed up by his backers in Providence after what happened to Caruso.

However, IMP can play this smart by letting the military stay distracted by the rioting crowds, but getting to Zaydan is going to be much trickier now. Zaydan will likely be managing the occupation from his office in the old school he turned into his base. This should allow IMP to pull out the really big rocket launcher and blow up his office from the roof of the building across the block, then portal out before the military can retaliate. It's tricky, but if IMP plays their cards right, they should take this one.

Club 27

After indie rock sensation Jordan Cross murders his girlfriend Hannah Highmoore in a fit of drunken rage, his corrupt lawyer, Ken Morgan gets him acquitted of all charges. Ms. Highmoore hires IMP in Hell to get revenge.

Yeah, IMP clean sweeps this one pretty handily. This one takes place in a massive hotel in Bangkok. Ken is freely roaming around the premises with exactly one bodyguard. While Jordan's presence has greatly increased security due to his rich Providence member father, there's only so much they can do to lock down such a public area. Especially as Providence's last two run ins with IMP involved them messing up their grander plans, not going after their family members, so they wouldn't be expecting it.

IMP could shoot their way through the whole hotel and still pull this off honestly.

Freedom Fighters

Here we go. The big one.

Lucas Grey, one of 47's fellow clones, has been stagging a secret war on his creators in Providence from his secret base in Colorado. He's hired lieutenants from all over the globe and turned some the most dangerous terrorists in the world to his side. These include explosives expert Sean Rose, former anti-terror analyst Penelope Graves, psychological torture expert Ezra Berg, and professional freedom fighter Maya Parvati.

One of Grey's officers tries to betray him to Providence and Grey kills him, sending him to hell. The officer decides to get his revenge by hiring IMP to dismantle his operation and kill his four main lieutenants listed above.

I'm gonna be honest, IMP can't fight their way through this one. Not with stats equalized anyways.

These are some of the very best that the Hitman universe can offer. The most dreaded terrorists from all over the globe trained to perfection by Lucas Grey. One of the only people in the world who can fight 47 head on and win. One of the only assassins to sneak up on Agent 47 himself. Frankly in a stats equalized fight, Grey one on ones any of IMP. They're not fighting through a whole army of people trained by him.

This small farm has been converted into a military base and everyone on site is armed to the teeth. So what's IMP to do?

Disguises. This is the only level thus far where everyone is canonically speaking and can perfectly understand English. Other than arguably Club 27. IMP can sell themselves as the assassins who took out Caruso and Strandberg looking for more work. While IMP likely won't know what Providence is by this point, the Freedom Fighters will still be very interested in working with the people who unknowingly stopped their plans in Morocco and Italy.

This won't likely earn them an audience with Grey himself though. Grey despises most of the terrorists he works with, viewing them as strictly a means to an end, and IMPs tendency towards collateral would put them at the top of his "dispose of as soon as convenient" list. He'd also be suspicious as to why he hadn't heard of them until recently and keep them at arms reach overall. Which is fine, as he's not on their list anyways.

Honestly, given IMP's complete lack of history in this world up to this point (baring prior kills from their own series), Grey might think they're more clones like himself and 47. I don't know if that'd improve his opinion of them or worsen it, but it would be hilarious.

From there, it's as simple as "wait to get invited to next strategy meeting and blow everyone away" before immediately portaling out before everyone 8n the building comes to kill them. Grey's operation continues mostly unharmed, as he planned to eliminate those four lieutenants anyways, but he's left very confused and concerned as to how the fuck IMP managed to disappear on him like that.

Situs Invertus

Alright, last stop.

Erich Soders is a former International Contracts Agency member who sold out his organization to Providence so they'd bankroll a life saving medical operation in Hokkaido, Japan. Yakuza lawyer Yuki Yamazaki is tasked to oversee the transaction. One of Soders's old victims sees this as an opportunity to get revenge and hires IMP to kill them both, with Yuki as collateral damage to punish Providence for trying to save his life.

Right away, loud is the only option here. The hospital is run by an AI and operates off of mechanical doors that scan for keycards in a patient or staff member's clothes. 47 got around by pretending to be a patient, but thst won't work for IMP because... well... demons. So, blow it all up it is.

That aside, IMP cakewalks this. Security is gonna prioritize escorting the patients away from the gunfight, which won't be an option for Soders mid-operation, so nothing stops IMP from going straight for him and Yuki. What's worse is the only way off the mountain is by cable car, so if Yuki nearly escapes, IMP can just shoot the car down. Clean sweep.

Conclusion:

So, both sides, more often than not, clear both rounds. I find it amusing that 47 didn't even need his wackier gadgets to get past the supernatural stuff of Helluva Boss. He could get through his targets with very mundane solutions. And I also appreciate IMP inadvertently smashing apart all the careful conspiracies of the Hitman-verse like the wrecking ball of death they are. Ironically, they struggled a lot more with completing Hitman's contracts that 47 did completing theirs, despite the more grounded tone.

Drspite the two series polar opposite tones and settings, this would be a fun crossover. I'd definitely read IMP going through all these assassinations.

This Throwdown is a Draw!

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