Prolouge
Boston, MA. 3:34 AM
Inside the cramped small bedroom in the large city of Boston a 40 or so woman enters her room and throws her keys onto her bedroom nightstand, she takes her high-heels off and large black office coat and they both fall to the dusty wooden floors. She carefully lays down onto the creeky bed and pulls the warm blanket over herself. The lightbulb bursts. She suddenly gets up overly panicing, and bolts out of bed into the Kitchen; A small gross kitchen with food crammed into odd places. She shakingly opens up a drawer and pulls out part of a FAMAS and then 3 more parts and then she quickly screws them all in place and loads a magazine into the large french weapon. The kitchen light bursts. She starts firing into sheer blackness the, muzzle flash is the only thing bringing light into the pitch black kitchen.
Sam Fisher, the 68 year old NSA stealth operative, He carefully sneaks tored the lady and flips his night vision on so he can see.
He levels his hands near the ladys neck and grabs her with a very tight hold to her windpipe and she is gurgling something.
"Aaahh-h-h-Let me go you son of a bitch!" Barbra Landing cried
Sam knocked the FAMAS out of the old slightly wrinkled hands of hers with fresh bright red fingernail paint on them.
"TELL ME!" Sam whispered fiercely
"Tell you WHAT?" Barbra screamed
"You know what, Displace, Where is the goddamn briefcase, if you dont tell me maybe your husb-
"NO NO NO, Leave him out of this, the case is under my bed you will need a combination to open it" Barbra said
She elbowed Sam in the groin and he lightly stepped back holding his waist, she grabbed his arm then flipped him on his side and twisted his arm in a highly bizzare angle and was starting to torture Sam Fisher.
"HAH Got you now, old man" Barbra said fastly
The lightning outside illuminated the darkend inside of the apartment, Barbras grin was unnatural, and Sams eyes were barely opened. Barbra took her FAMAS and turned it on Burst mode and fired 5 shots into Sams torso, he lay there on the marble floor sprawled out, blood starting to seep out of him quickly.
Barbra called someone on her house phone, someone answers.
"I got him, he's dead, this will be good news, no...- ok, well goodbye, Mr. Shetland." Barbra said
She clicked the phone down hard, and took her lighter out and flickered a flame and tossed the lighter on her living room furniture. Then she jolted out of the apartment and brushed some ash off her and continued down the street, forgeting about the lone briefcase under her bed, burning..