> everything was going hunky-dory in the break room when suddenly > somebody flashed the wrong set of colors on their phone before > bandying with a rebel and assassin 47 was activated > > assassin 47: "what did you say your name was again?" > > rebel 22 [sipping from coffee]: "rebel 22, assassin 47! you remember > me, don't you?" > > assassin 47 looks stony and reaches toward a rocket launcher [or > random weapon or. anyway where the heck did that come from? who left > that in the break room?] > > rescuer 9: "oh, assassin 47! you love protecting boss, don't you?" > > assassin 47 glances at rescuer 9, works to arm their rocket launcher, > and then at rebel 22. > > assassin 47: "obviously. are you going to say you don't?" > > rescuer 9 sidles up next to assassin 47. > > rescuer 9: "oh we just love protecting! i really love your rocket > launcher of protection. it's so great our community is kept so safe!" > 2015 [unsure--
there is ongoing commentary on this scene and the real world of real assassinations, in non-canon. it's injured (ie inaccurate) but human.
