Splinter Cell: Nuclear Reaction

The year is 2008, Sam Fisher (the guy who stupidly placed a briefcase containing compressed small pox in the middle of an International Airport with guards everywhere just 2 years earlier), has just learned about a new threat... The "Power Vista" Nuclear Power Plant located in Niagara Falls, USA has been taken over by a band of Russian terrorists under the supervision of a man named John Sukokzic. They claim they have a few boxes of C4 and have placed it near the reactor and are willing to light the fuse if anyone tries to be a hero. Now, only Fisher, and Third Echelon can stop these forces, until all in the power plant but Sukokzic are dead or subdued so the US Army can come in and look like the heroes...

"Fisher!" A loud voice crackled in Sam's earpiece. "It's just Lambert checking out your radio equipment."

"I think I might have to turn mine down." Sam said while putting the finishing touches on his torn wetsuit. "Do you mind speaking a wee bit quieter in the microphone?"

"Sorry, I seem to have a habit of doing that," Lambert continues, "anyway... Let's get to the task at hand, shall we. We need you to infiltrate the Power Plant, do some sneaking around, or whatever the hell it is that you do, but your primary objective is to find the bomb and destroy it before you are discovered. Accidents will not be tolerated. If anyone sees you that shouldn't... Everyone dies!"

"Ya, ya, ya... I gotchya, I am paid to be invisible, yadda, yadda, yadda." Sam says sarcastically.

"Fisher! I am not kidding! If you screw this up, the death toll will be in the HUNDRED MILLIONS! Including your charred ass... so get the hell over there or you'll be dead before you even get there." Lambert says getting rather pissed off at Sam.

"Alright I'm going! Don't get your panties in a bunch!" Fisher said as he jumped into his newly patched wetsuit and headed for the Sparrow.

"OW! SHIT!" Fisher complained while rubbing his head.

"What happened Sam?" A woman's voice called out. It was Anna Grímsdóttir or Grim for short the head of a small team of computer programs. So to sum it up, she just helps with the high-tech gizmos and fancy electronic do-dads.

"Oh nothing, I just smashed my head of the top of the door, no biggie." Sam said uncovering a relatively large bruise on the front of his forehead.

"So we're ready for take-off then, or do you have to wait for your mommy to kiss your owie better for you." Grim said while pulling up map of the power plant on a holograph pad. "Ok Sam, we will drop you off in an open field next to the power plant, what you have to do is sneak past a few guards, maybe even knock out a few, and boom, you should have a clear path of the nearest generator to the reactor. Then when you reach the outside of the reactor, look for the bomb, and then disarm it, remember we will be in contact with you the whole time, just in case."

"First off, how many guards are we talking about outside the landing site?" Fisher continues, "Maybe 5 or 10?"

"Not quite Sam, about 50-100, give or take a few." Grim replied. "50-100 heavily armed terrorists willing to pull the alarm on any American that sets foot within 60 feet of the power plant. So make sure you don't screw this up..."

"I know, I know," Fisher interrupted sarcastically. "Or they'll blow the reactor and the death toll will be in the hundred millions."

"I see you have been talking to Lambert," Grim said with a bit of sarcasm. "We're nearing the landing site, Sam, get your shit together!"