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A former MI5 agent turned freelance assassin with a reputation for faking his own death. You can view his reveal trailer here , his first briefing here. Tropes applying for his return go on The Undying Returns folder. A fascist militia leader prominent during the '80s, who has returned to Colombia to restart his revolution. You can view his briefing here. An appraiser who is in charge of The Ark Society's various purchases, and the largest art price fixing ring in the world. You can view her briefing here. A New Zealand tycoon and Ex-Minister of Trade and Foreign Affairs who was forced to resign after she was found to be funnelling charity donations into her offshore accounts.

He returns with an eyepatch after the last encounter as the first elusive target. You can view his second briefing over here.

For tropes applying to his first appearance as an Elusive Target, go to the first folder on this page. Community Showcase More. Follow TV Tropes. You need to login to do this. Get Known if you don't have an account. Main Character Index Franchise-wide Hitman 2 Character Page Elusive Targets These are targets that only last for a certain amount of real-world time before they disappear. The Undying Mark Faba. The Undying. Played by: Sean Bean. Diana: 47, to be entirely honest; this is a bit of an embarrassment. And then, turning in his bed, he looked first at one nephew, then at the other, and faltered out:.

Robert, you are a careful, sober, plausible man; and it is a great pity you were not in business; you would have made a fortune! Philip, beware of your brother. Now let me see the parson. The old man died; the will was read; and Philip succeeded to a rental of L20, By Jove, they are the completest thing in the three kingdoms!

But is that the house? You lodge your horses more magnificently than yourself. Dear Catherine! Robert Beaufort, for this colloquy took place between the brothers, as their britska rapidly descended the hill, at the foot of which lay Fernside Cottage and its miniature demesnes—Mr. Robert Beaufort pulled his travelling cap over his brows, and his countenance fell, whether at the name of Catherine, or the tone in which the name was uttered; and there was a pause, broken by a third occupant of the britska, a youth of about seventeen, who sat opposite the brothers.

Robert Beaufort—it struck discord at his heart.

He bit his lip, and answered, gravely:. The carriage stopped at the little lodge. Philip opened the door, and jumped to the ground; the brother and his son followed. Arthur made no answer, but the smile with which he had hitherto gazed on his new relations vanished. Beaufort, as he turned from Mrs. Robert bowed low, and extended his hand, with stiff affability, to Mrs.

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Morton, muttering something equally complimentary and inaudible. I hope this season to bag as many head as my father: he is a famous shot. But this is only a single barrel, and an old-fashioned sort of detonator. Holla, John! John Green! I hope you will understand me this time: Heaven knows you take a deal of telling before you understand anything! Young Arthur drew himself up, and his air, naturally frank and gentle, became haughty and reserved. Philip gazed on him, and felt offended; he scarce knew why, but from that moment he conceived a dislike to his cousin.

The two brothers sat at their wine after dinner. Robert sipped claret, the sturdy Philip quaffed his more generous port. Catherine and the boys might be seen at a little distance, and by the light of a soft August moon, among the shrubs and bosquets of the lawn. Philip Beaufort was about five-and-forty, tall, robust, nay, of great strength of frame and limb; with a countenance extremely winning, not only from the comeliness of its features, but its frankness, manliness, and good nature.

His was the bronzed, rich complexion, the inclination towards embonpoint, the athletic girth of chest, which denote redundant health, and mirthful temper, and sanguine blood. Robert, who had lived the life of cities, was a year younger than his brother; nearly as tall, but pale, meagre, stooping, and with a careworn, anxious, hungry look, which made the smile that hung upon his lips seem hollow and artificial.

His dress, though plain, was neat and studied; his manner, bland and plausible; his voice, sweet and low: there was that about him which, if it did not win liking, tended to excite respect—a certain decorum, a nameless propriety of appearance and bearing, that approached a little to formality: his every movement, slow and measured, was that of one who paced in the circle that fences round the habits and usages of the world.

You have seen Catherine, but you do not know half her good qualities: she would grace any station; and, besides, she nursed me so carefully last year, when I broke my collar-bone in that cursed steeple-chase. Egad, I am getting too heavy and growing too old for such schoolboy pranks. Beaufort than she is now as Mrs.

But I know that my uncle took every pains to ascertain if the report of a private marriage were true. But I blinded you both, ha, ha! The fact is, that we were married with the greatest privacy; that even now, I own, it would be difficult for Catherine herself to establish the fact, unless I wished it.

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I am ashamed to think that I have never even told her where I keep the main proof of the marriage. I induced one witness to leave the country, the other must be long since dead: my poor friend, too, who officiated, is no more. Catherine not married! Robert Beaufort glanced at the window for a moment, but his countenance was still that of one unconvinced. It is a very curious tale—parson dead—witnesses missing. But still, as I said before, if you are resolved on a public marriage, you are wise to insist that there has been a previous private one.

What do I care for the world! I shall live much the same as I have always done; only, I shall now keep the hounds—they are very indifferently kept at present—and have a yacht; and engage the best masters for the boys. Phil wants to go to Eton, but I know what Eton is: poor fellow! I suppose my old friends will not be less civil now I have L20, I am quite sensible how kind it is in you—a man of your starch habits and strict views, coming here to pay a mark of respect to Kate Mr. You did quite right to try your chance with my uncle.

Robert turned in his chair again, still more uneasily, and cleared his voice as if to speak. But Philip tossed off his wine, and proceeded, without heeding his brother,—. Next year he goes to college. He is a noble young fellow: and I think my Philip may find a great deal to learn from him,—Phil is a sad idle dog; but with a devil of a spirit, and sharp as a needle.

I wish you could see him ride. Well, to return to Arthur. Now for yourself, Bob.

I shall sell the town-house in Berkeley Square, and whatever it brings you shall have. As for me, I feel as strong as a horse: much better than when I was one of your gay dogs straying loose about the town. Faith, till now, I had little enough to leave.