The Hunter's Bane
(A Hitman/Splinter Cell Crossover)
Chapter 1: Silent Entrance
For years, I've seen extremely powerful people fall from high places. All those people they stepped on or cheated, all that time clawing their way up, wasted in but a few quick moments. But that's who I am, that is what I do. I am unwavering, I am swift, and I am deliberate. I eliminate those who have wronged others without remorse or hesitation. I protect those too cowardly to face consequences. Guile is my method, stealth is my shield, and self-preservation is my code. I am an assassin. I go by no name, merely a number which is… 47.
As the engine of the bus rumbled loudly, preparing to embark on its journey, a stern man with defined features stepped aboard and slowly walked down the aisle. In his possession was a briefcase with some sort of insignia; it was obviously an expensive and sturdy briefcase. His facial expressions were stolid and showed no emotion, but his eyes darted across the bus, scanning the vehicle's inhabitants before he sat down. He was extremely clean cut, even his head was without one hair, but two features of this man gave him a distinguished appearance: his clothes, which were extremely formal and complimented his flawless features, and a barcode on the back of his head.
Now sitting in a seat, 47 unlocked his briefcase and flipped it open, revealing a light-weight laptop among other things. Green words illuminated across the screen:
February 2nd, 2009
Mission Briefing
This mission is very different from the norm, 47. You're going to Maryland and your objective is to eliminate Samuel Fisher, but our information on him is very limited. Apparently, he is a Special Forces operative working under some sort of government agency, possibly the CIA. Due to our current relations, this mission will be off the record. What we do know about him is that he is extremely dangerous. Proceed with caution.
Best of luck,
Diana
Objective:
Eliminate Samuel Fisher
Target Description:
Name: Samuel Fisher
Gender: Male
Age: 51
Height: 5ft. 10 in.
Weight: 170 lbs
At the end of the page, a photo depicting a man in a prison jumpsuit getting a mug shot is presented.
The hitman minimized the mission briefing and looked at the attachments which contained a satellite picture of the house along with its blue prints. It was a mid-sized, fairly average suburban home connected to an average fence, a small backyard, and a one-car garage. 47 began planning the hit in his mind as he stared out the window, gazing at the blend of imagery before him.
My life is a life of service. I do the jobs that most are too afraid to handle, I possess the training that so little get. I get my hands dirty for the security of others; I kill to protect innocent lives. I am silent, I am invisible, and I am unrelenting. I am the shadow of a ghost… I am the splinter cell.
Sam grasped his knife tightly as the control deck slid open. The boat traversed across the New York waters; Lady Liberty was in sight. Fisher immediately grabbed Carson Moss, attempting to surprise and subdue the burly security guard. Moss spun around as Fisher swung his knife towards him, grabbing the hand holding the knife firmly and overpowering Fisher as the blade hit the ground.
Fisher's mind read over what he had found out about Moss over the past few months, specifically medical files. Extremely fit, but an injured knee, he remembered. Sam immediately struck Moss's leg with his knee and snapped his neck in one fluid motion, without hesitation or remorse…
Sam twitched to life, examining his surroundings. He was in his bedroom. It was a few minutes past midnight, and his mind was nostalgically reliving previous missions he had been on. Experience was certainly on his side. Climbing out of bed, Fisher made his way into the bathroom and flicked on the light switch, looking into the mirror.
He saw a tough man, with brown hair streaked with gray, a marine-cut, and scruff on his face. Fisher then looked down, thinking about his daughter, Sarah Fisher. It was difficult for him to believe it was only a year ago that she was killed, yet the wound was still so fresh. He threw some water in his face and took another glance in the mirror, only to be interrupted by a small noise of the front door creaking open.
The bathroom light turned off and he quickly entered the hallway leading to the front door and the living room. The front door was cracked open and the lock had been picked. Small footsteps were heard behind him. Instinctively, Sam spun around and swung at what he now saw was a dark figure of a man. 47 immediately brought his hands up over his head, blocking the hook and following up by firing his silenced 9mm pistol. Sam immediately smacked the gun away, disarming the assailant. 47 responded by getting past his guard, and running him into the wall.
Sam kept his calm and immediately swung his elbow into 47's face twice, sending 47 backwards. The hitman also kept his calm, stepping into Sam's guard once more and jabbing him straight in the face. Sam staggered backwards, feeling the power of this blow before looking up again. The assailant dashed out of the back door, dropping some sort of flashing device, shaped like a mine.
"Shit!" Sam shouted, immediately sprinting out the front door.
An explosion followed, knocking Fisher to the ground. He turned to see his house now on fire and ran down the sidewalk, disappearing into darkness…
47 examined the burning house, looking for any survivors. Satisfied with his performance, the assassin casually walked away.