Rally Vincent & May Hopkins vs Agent 47

Beginning Analysis: What happens when two of anime's hotest girls takes on one of the video game world's most sophisticated killers? Read on to see who...is...deadliest!?

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins Quick Bio
Created by famed manga & anime illustrator Kenichi Sonada, Gunsmith Cats's main characters, Rally Vincent & May Hopkins run Chicago's preminent gun store, Gunsmith Cats (hence the show's name). Rally is a master of guns, and she'll tell you just about everything that's wrong with your gun in the first 5 seconds of looking and touching it. On top of that, she's a great martial artist, and can put a bullet in you from just about every distance. Her partner May, on the other hand, is an expert on explosives. If you give her some C4, some wires, and a bunch of other bomb materials, you'll get quite an explosive device. Although there were only 3 episodes produced and put onto DvD back in 2001 (good luck finding a copy that's cheap), Gunsmith Cats is a cult classic among anime fans.

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins Weapons
Short Range: Stiletto Knife
Medium Range: Python Revolver
Long Range: MAC-10 Submachine Gun
Explosive: C4

Agent 47 Quick Bio
First brought to the game world in 2000 in Hitman: Codename 47, Agent 47 (his real name, if he has one, has never been revealed) is the world's most talented killer. With DNA composed of five of the world's most dangerous criminals, he is highly sought after by the wealthy and the elite due to his spotless track record. It doesn't matter what Agent 47 uses (piano wire, a bomb, a bullet to the head, or any other gruesome method), if you are in his sights, you are going to die.

Agent 47 Weapons
Short Range: Piano Wire
Medium Range: Hardballer Pistol (Longslide Model)
Long Range: MP5K Submachine Gun
Explosive: Pipebomb

Who Got the Edge
Stiletto Knife vs Piano Wire: The Stiletto Knife. As with the KGB Shoe Knife vs CIA Garrote Wire, the Stiletto Knife can be used from any angle, while you can only get kills with the Piano Wire if you sneak up from behind.
Colt Python vs Hardballer Pistol: The Hardballer Pistol gets the edge. It has a much longer barrel (178mm compared to the Python's barrel length of 153mm), higher ammo capacity (8 rounds compared to 6 rounds), and can take a variety of rounds (The Hardballer can take .45 ACP, 10mm Auto, .40 S&W, and .400 Corbon rounds, while the Python can only take .357 Magnum rounds).
MAC-10 vs MP5K: The MAC-10 gets the edge. It has a longer barrel (146mm compared to the MP5K's barrel length of 115mm), higher ammo capacity (can accept 30 or 32 round clips, while the MP5K can only take 15 or 30 round clips), higher rate of fire (1090 rounds a minute compared to the MP5K's firing rate of 900 rounds a minute), and effective firing rate (can fire up to 50 to 70 meters, while the MP5K can only fire up to 25 meters).
C4 vs Pipebomb: Both explosives get the edge. They're put into position ahead of time, and can both be set off from a safe distance.

Common Quality
Killer Instinct: Both of these warrior have what it takes to get the kill. Agent 47 has never failed any of his assassinations, and when a gun or bomb won't get the job done, he'll sneak right up, and take you out from behind. On the other hand, Rally & May are eager to shoot or blow up criminals, but if they need to bring somebody in alive, they know how to disable a target.

Setup
It was a dark, rainy day at Chicago's O'Hare airport. An airplane coming in from Vienna,  Austria, contained it's usual content of characters: tourists, businessmen, and immigrants. On this day, there was one passenger on this plane that was very different from everyone else, and he was here for a more...malicious purpose.
As the plane landed and everyone was getting off, a bald man in a black suit was looking for a dark place where he could examine the dossie that he was given back in Vienna. He found an alcove right next to some stairs. Picking up his briefcase, he headed towards the alcove. He was used to the rain, and thus didn't need to find an umbrella. The water simply rolled off his head, and onto his suit, soaking right into the cloth.
The alcove had a top over it, and with the rain coming down, it sounded like rocks falling on the top of the car. The bald man sat right down on a abandoned plastic chair, and opened up the briefcase. Inside was a few sheets of paper, a Hardballer pistol with a suppressor, and a cellphone. When he started flipping through the papers, the cellphone suddenly went off. Picking up the phone, the bald man spoke into the speaker.
"Hello." he said simply.
"Agent 47, glad to hear that you made it to Chicago." a woman with a British accent said over the phone.
"Director." Agent 47 replied. "What is my job here?"
He could hear the director clear her throat over the phone. "You have been given an interesting assignment." she said. "There are two women here who have been interferring with agency business. The papers in your briefcase detail them."
"One moment." said Agent 47. He set the phone down, and looked through the papers. They detailed the lives of two women. Much younger then I expected, he thought to himself.
"Agent 47, are you still there?" the director asked over the phone.
Agent 47 picked the phone right up. "Yes, I'm still here." he replied.
"Good, for a minute I thought I lost you." the director said.
"Director, are you sure that this information is correct?" asked Agent 47.
"Positive." replied the director. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm looking over the bios, and some things just don't add up." said Agent 47. "Who exactly provided this?"
"The client." the director replied. "He recently was put in jail by the targets. You aren't backing out are you?"
Agent 47 put the cellphone down. He had never questioned a job in his entire life, but there was something about this one that he couldn't put his finger up. Some of the information didn't seem complete, and others parts looked made up. After thinking for a little more, he relucantly picked the cellphone up, and reluctantly told the director that he'd take the job.
"Excellent." the director said. "In 5 minutes, there'll be a black car coming to the airport. You'll have two associates working with you on this assignment. They'll provide backup in case you get overwhelming."
"Thank you." replied Agent 47.
"One other thing." the director quickly said. "There's directions to the business they work at. It's a gun shop in the inner part of city. Just look for the "Gunsmith Cats" sign above the store."
"Understood." said Agent 47, pushing the end button on the phone. He put it back into the briefcase, alone with the papers and the pistols. It was when he closed the briefcase that he realized that the rain finally stopped. The sky was still grey, and thunder was still rumbling. He got up from the seat, and headed back up to the airport parking lot. He stood right by a garbage can near the pickup spot, waiting for the backup that the director told him about.
7 minutes later, Agent 47 still didn't spot the car. He looked down at his silver watch, then looked back up. They'll be here soon enough, he thought to himself. Sure enough, a stylish black car drove into the airport, and stopped right in front of the pickup spot. Agent 47 walked right over to the car, and a window rolled all the way down, revealing the driver.
"Are you Agent 47?" the driver asked.
Agent 47 simply nodded.
"Get in." the driver said.
Agent 47 walked around the car, and opened the back door. He put the briefcase on the seat next to him, and sat right down. He fastened the seatbelt, readjusted his gloves, and closed the door. The car suddenly revved up, and spead out the airport.
Meanwhile, in the inner part of Chicago, Rally Vincent and her friend May were busy cleaning up their gun shop. The day before, they had an unusual influx of customers come. It was the usual: cleanings, repairs, purchases, etc. May was sweeping up the floor, while Rally was counting the money from the day before.
"Man, we made a fortune yesterday!" Rally said excitedly.
"How much did we make?" asked May.
"At least a couple hundred bucks." Rally replied. "A hundred dollars or more, and We'll be able to..."
She was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me." replied a male voice. "Can I come in?"
"Sure thing Roy, the door's unlocked." Rally replied.
Her friend Roy entered the shop. Roy was a good friend of Rally's ever since she started bounty hunting. Whenever things went a little south for Rally during one of her jobs, Roy would pull some connections within the Chicago PD so that things wouldn't be too sour.
"Hey Roy, what's up." asked Rally.
"Oh, not much." he replied. "I was busy finishing up some paperwork down at the station, and I figured I'd check up and see how yesterday went."
"Yesterday went great." said May. "We made a boatload of cash."
"That's good." he replied.
"Hey, do you want so coffee or something." asked May.
"A cup of coffee sounds good." Roy said. "Oh, and put it in a thermos if you can."
"No problem." said May. She walked into the back room, where she started getting the coffee stuff ready.
"So what's up Roy?" asked Rally. "You seem a little on edge right now. Something happen?"
"Something strange did happen." Roy replied. "I got a piece of mail a couple of hours ago. There wasn't a forwarding address, and there wasn't a returning address. As a matter of fact, the only thing that was on it was a stamp."
"What did the stamp look like." Rally asked.
"It looked like any other kind of stamp." replied Roy. "I can say it must have been one of those collector stamps. Looked like it was a European city or something."
"Interesting." said Rally while rubbing her chin. "What was inside?"
"This is where things get weirder." said Roy. "I opened it up, and the only thing that was inside was a small slip of paper with the numbers "47" written on them."
"Weird." Rally replied. "So that was it?"
"Yep." said Roy. "I'm going to have it checked out in case there's more to it than it appears."
It was at that time that May came back in, with a thermos of piping hot coffee. "Here you go." she said.
Roy took the thermos. "Thank you." he replied. "Well, I got to get back to the station. I'll see you guys later."
"Later." the two girls said. Roy walked out right to his car, still holding the thermos in his hand.
"Hey Rally, what were you two talking about?" asked May.
"Not sure." replied Rally. "Roy was telling me about something weird that happened to him. He said he was..."
Rally was interrupted by an explosion just outside the shop. The shockwave broke all of the windows in front, and managed to crack some of the gun cases inside. Rally was trying to look outside, but her vision was slightly blurred by the dust and smoke. However, she could see the burning wreckage.

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins: 2/Agent 47: 3

May was getting back up on her feet, still slightly stunned by the blast. She wiped up some grim and dust of her shirt. She looked at her friend Rally, and saw a face that has shock painted all over it.
"Rally, you alright?" she asked. "Rally!!"
Rally shook her head. "Yeah...I'm alright." she said. She immediately rushed right outside, and saw the burning wreckage of her friend's car. "May, get a fire extinguisher!" she yelled.
"Right." she said. She rushed to behind the counter, and picked up a giant fire extinguisher. She ran back out, and handed it to Rally. Rally promptly started spraying towards the car, hoping to elminate the flames. After a minute or so, the flames were calm enough that she could get a bit closer. What she saw confirmed her current fear: her friend Roy was killed by the blast. His scorched body was still in it's seat, and his hands were gripping the steering wheel even in death.
May slowly walked outside, and saw her friend just standing there crying. She walked to her side, and gave Rally a comforting hug. Her friend cried a little more loudly, then wiped the tears coming down her face.
"Thanks May." Rally said. "I wouldn't make it through this world without you."
May simply smiled, and handed her friend a tissue. Rally took it, and blew her nose. After she lowered it, she noticed a black car on the other side of the street. She tried to get a good look at the license plate, when the car suddenly sped off. "May, go get the Cobra."
"Right." said May. She ran back into the store, and grabbed the keys from under the register. She went right into the adjacent garage, and hoped into the Shelbe Cobra. When the key was put, the engine roared to life, and drove outside.
She drove up right behind the burning wreckage, and moved over to the passenger's seat. Rally got in the driver's seat, and buckled up.
"Okay May, let's get those bastards." said Rally.
"Right." replied May.
Rally stepped on the gas, turned up the music, and sped down the highway after the black car. Roy, I swear, I'll take those bastards down, she thought to herself.
After a couple minutes, the two girls were now on the highway. May had a pair of binoculars in her hand, and was busy scanning the horizon. Rally kept driving straight, passing by other cars within an inch of their metallic lives.
"Rally, I think I see the car!" yelled May.
"Where!?" asked Rally loudly.
"Over there." May said, pointing to the left. Rally took an off ramp, and they were back on the city streets. After a few seconds, they could see the black car off in the distance.
"May, can you see anybody inside?" asked Rally.
May lifted up the binoculars, and tried to look through the windows. "I can't see inside. They got tinted windows or something."
"Then let me help you get a better view." growled Rally. She stepped on the gas, and the Cobra sped up like a cheetah after it's prey. Rally was bobbing and weaving through the traffic, almost hitting a few of the cars on the road. May looked at her friend's face, and saw anger coming to the surface. It was quite frightening, actually.
They finally got close to the black car. No license plate, Rally thought to herself. That's illegal. She sped up the car a little more, and got right up next to the passenger's side. She rolled down her window and started shouting.
"Hey ********, I know you can hear me! Roll down your window so I can shoot your face off!"
The passenger window didn't come down.
"Hey, I'm talking to you! Roll down your window, douchebag!"
The window finally started coming down, and bullet's started flying out. Rally let off the gas, and the bullets only grazed the front window. Both girls were out of breath for a quick moment, as they hadn't had bullets come that close to them in a long time.
"Damn Rally, those guys mean business." said May.
"We mean business too." replied Rally. "May, get my Python!"
May reached under her seat, and picked up the pistol. Dirty Harry would be so proud so see a girl using his gun. May loaded up six rounds, and handed it off to her friend. Rally aimed the pistol right at the car, and shot through the passenger window. A second or two later, gunfire from the black car resumed. This time, the bullets went across the hood of the Cobra, scratching up the paintjob. Gritting her teeth, Rally drove right back up the the window, and let the passenger have it. The last 5 bullets flew right out of the Python, and into the passnger side of the car. She must have hit something, as the bullets stopped coming out of the window.

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins: 2/Agent 47: 2

"Yes!" shouted Rally hapily. "May, load it up."
"Gotcha" replied May. She took the Python, and was about to put in more rounds, when the black car rammed right into the driver's side. Rally took the brunt of the attack, while May dropped the gun on the floor.
"Damnit!" yelled Rally. "May, hold on."
May just nodded, and gripped her door as tight as she could. Rally then started bashing into the black car. Screw the car damage, she thought to himself. I just want to take these guys down!
The battle on the road kept going for a few more minutes. Finally, the black car let up, and headed down a ramp towards the docks. Rally turned down the ramp, and kept following the car. Meanwhile, May picked the Python back up, and tried to load rounds into it again. She was worried about her friend Rally. Rally would get mad when a friend of her's gets hurt, but this was a side that she hadn't see before.
They finally arrived at the docks. Because of some traffic that for some reason didn't swerve out of the way during the gunfight. Luckily, after a minute or so of driving around some warehouses, they saw the black car parked in front of a large abandonded naval warehouse. Rally stopped the car right behind the black one, and got out.
"Man, this place is old." she said. "Looks like something from World War 2."
May walked over to the black car to see if she could finally look inside. She slowly opened the back passenger door, looking for any sign of an explosive device. When she didn't spot anything, she opened the door all the way. "Hey Rally, they aren't in here!" she shouted.
"Then they're inside the warehouse." Rally replied. "May, rig that car with some C4, then get inside with me."
"Roger." she replied, all the while saluting her friend. She went back to the Cobra, and took out her explosive bag of tricks. She opened it, and reached in to grab a big chunk of C4. She went back to the black car, and stuck it right under the fuel tank. She put a blasting cap inside, and set up a remote detonator. When she was done, she gave Rally a thumbs up, signaling that she was finished with her work.
"Alright, let's go inside." Rally said grimly. Before they actually went in, she took out a MAC-10 from the inside of her coat, and handed it off to May. "You know how to use one of those things?" she asked.
May just grinned, and opened her coat, revealing a slew of clips. "Of course." she replied.
Rally nodded, and the two girls went inside. They didn't know how many others were in the warehouse, so they were extra observant.

This definately was a World War 2 warehouse. There were crumbling motivational posters on the walls, musty crates containing mechanical parts and who knows what, and a crane that could fall down at any moment. Beams of light were coming through the dirty windows, illuminating the dust that was floating around. This was a piece of history. Decaying, but a piece of history regardless.
"It's quiet." Rally whispered. "Too quiet."
"It's kinda creepy too." replied May.
"This is probably a bad idea, but we should split up." said Rally.
"Are you crazy?" asked May while trying not to raise her voice.
"Probably." Rally said. "Go back to the entrance of this place, and setup a little surprise. I'll go on ahead, and bust anybody up. Besides, you got something to protect yourself."
"Meh, good point." said May. She started retracing her steps to the door that they came in, while Rally went on ahead. Rally, I'm worried about you, May thought to herself.
A moment later, and May was right back at the door they used earlier. She looked around, and saw a nice little hidely hole next to the door. She procured another chunk of C4, and stuck it right in the hole next to the door. She was about to get a blasting cap from her coat pocket, when she realized that she didn't have one. Despite being relucant to go outside, she had to get this trap setup. She saw the Cobra still parked where it first was, and was about to start walking towards it when a gunman from the other side rose up, and started firing.
"****!" yelled May. She jumped behind a stack of barrels to avoid getting shot, just as a bullet grazed the side of her leg. It wasn't a big wound, but it definately did hurt. May just gritted her teeth, and started firing back. The MAC-10 was perfect for her: it was small, portable, and full of firery spunk. The two traded shots with one another for a few minutes, until May landed a lucky shot in her assailant's shoulder. He went down, but he wasn't dead. May loaded another clip into the gun, then walked right over to finish the job. However, this was all a trap.
The assailant, bleeding from the wound, pulled out a small detonator, and primed it. Stupid *****, he said. With a push of the button, the Cobra blew up, killing him immediately, and sending flaming shrapnel into May's fragile body. The metal shredded her up more than pulled pork at a barbeque joint.

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins: 1/Agent 47: 1

Rally heard the explosion deep inside the warehouse. May hadn't come back in a little while, so she started to get worried. She got even more worried when the warehouse door opened, but it wasn't the piter-pater of May walking in. Checking her Python, she cautiously started walking towards the door. When she arrived, she noticed the C4 that May placed before she left. This isn't good, Rally thought to herself, who slammed the metal door wide open.
Before her was the sight that she feared the most. Her priceless Cobra was in flames, and her dearest friend layed dead on the ground. Dropping her pistol, Rally ran over to her friend's body, dropped down to her knees, and started to cry. Her hugged May's body, and cried a little more loudly. May was the only friend that she was extremely close to, and was the only friend that she trusted with her most secret of secrets.
"May, you tiny nutjob! You weren't supposed to leave like this!" Rally yelled, all the while sobbing profusely. If she wasn't crying so loudly, she would have heard someone creeping up behind her, pulling out a string of Piano Wire. When the wire was around her neck, the crying had turn to chocking, as she struggled to fight back against her attacker. After a few more seconds, Rally's body stopped moving, and slumped right next to her friend. She'd see her friends soon enough.
Agent 47 dropped the wire, and took out a cellphone from his pocket. He dialed a number that he knew all too well, and started to walk back to his car. "Director, the job is done." he plainly said, and drove away.

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins: 0/Agent 47: 1

Agent 47: 510
Piano Wire: 10
Hardballer Pistol: 150
MP5K Submachine Gun: 200
Pipebomb: 150

Rally Vincent & May Hopkins: 490
Stiletto Knife: 10
Python Revolver: 200
MAC-10 Submachine Gun: 200
C4: 80

Ending Assessment: Despite the close call, Agent 47 won this match. His intellect, sophistication, and disregard for emotion allowed him to win against the sometimes emotional team of Rally Vincent & May Hopkins.
Strongest Weapon: Agent 47's MP5K, as well as Rally Vincent & May Hopkins's Python Revolver & MAC-10 brought in 200 kills, making them the strongest weapons.
Weakest Weapon: On the opposite end of the scale, Agent 47's Piano Wire, along with Rally Vincent & May Hopkins's Stiletto Knife, gained only 10 kills, making them the weakest weapons of this fight.