The hitman pondered the poem, recalling his past missions. Suddenly, the solution became clear. He typed in the password: "iointerpreter."
"Prove yourself worthy, hitman," C418 whispered through a secure channel, "and you'll uncover the password. But be warned: The Factory's agents are closing in."
With his instincts on high alert, 47 navigated the crowded streets, avoiding deadly assassins and cyber-enhanced security forces. He eventually tracked C418 to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.