Sam woke up in a very dark place. Where am I he thought. "Yo dude. He's awake." said a slim looking Latino.
Sam was always taught to never kill civilians. But today he must have woken up on the wrong side of the chair because he didn't feel like following that rule.
He was punched right across the face. It stung a lot. Remind me to rip out his lungs Sam thought to himself.
A very large gang member with a bandana on said "Who are you" to Sam and he thought it was more annoying than Moss's voice.
Sam looked at the man. He was overweight. Hey al gordo, why don't you go to Burger King and have it your way, which by the way is probably about ten shakes, four hamburgers, and a fish sandwich. Also, for your four year old sized mind, go get one of those cheap toys.
Sam had the feeling that he was about to be gutted. Four people where coming at him with considerably large and scary looking knives. Good thing though that he managed to get himself out of the rope he was tied to the chair by.
He sprung up and hit one in the temples. He fell backwards to the floor. The next man came after him, swinging he blade violently. Sam barely had to move. He quickly delivered a kick to the side of the mans knee cap. The hit cracked the man's knee cap in half and the man collapsed to the floor.
The two others looked scared but still attacked. One man was fast. He delivered a fast jab to Sam's stomach. While the man was recoiling his punch Sam grabbed the hand and snapped the wrist. The man yelled at the top of his lungs.
The last guy who happened to be fatty dropped the blade. "Please man don't hurt me. I wasn't goin to do nutin." he said shaking. Sam delivered a blow to the crouch with his steal toe boot. Fatty fell.
Sam crouched over him and said with venom in his voice "That should do for now tubby but mess with me again and I will chop off your head. Comprendo" He nodded. Sam walked up the stairs.
Turns out they were hiding him in their basement. He saw his gun on their table and his knife. He picked them up.
He walked outside and as fast as he could he got out of the ghettos.
Dayton was inside the house of a man named Clay. They had hacked into the N.S.A. and found Sam's file. Turns out that if something goes bad during one of Sam's missions and he is being hunted, Sam is suppose to go to this man's house and lay low. The front door opened up.
A small looking man walked through it. Dayton had eight men with him. The moment Clay walked around the corner, Dayton had pressed his silenced pistol to the back of the mans head. "Say anything and I will blow your brains all over the window, Kapeesh." said Dayton as calmly as possible. "Who are you" Clay said almost crying. "Where looking for a man named Sam Fisher. Where looking to catch up on old times."
"I don't know any Fisher"
"Bull" Dayton yelled while bashing his gun over the man's head.
Blood immediately came out of the wound. "I don't know who your talking about."
Dayton smiled "Really, do you want to die." he said cocking back the gun which made a clicking nose.
"I don't know Clay screamed." but that was the last group of words that ever came out of his mouth because Dayton's patience had ran out and he shot him in the back of the head.
Dayton looked down at the corpse. "Lets go" he said to the others.
They got into their vehicles and drove away.
He wanted a shot at Sam so bad that it was driving him insane. He noticed a liquor store. They stopped.
He walked in and grabbed some hard liquor. He paid for it and got back into his car.
Dayton had become a heavy drinker. He drank till he passed out almost every night. He was addicted to it.
Ever since Sam's betrayal Dayton had became a stronger and more social person. He was now seriously jacked with muscle. He was now second in command. He loved it.
Moss was always mean but he always seemed less mean to him. Dayton liked hanging out with Moss.
Dayton absolutely hated Jamie but now he's dead. He was a smooth talker, extremely intelligent, and was in really good physical shape. He seemed to perfect. That was the only bright side of when Fisher betrayed them all.
Oh no Dayton thought to himself. The cops were pulling him over. The car had four other people in it.
This was bad because the car was covered with weapons, the man next to him was smoking pot, and Dayton was driving while drinking liquor at the same time.
The man put out his pot while Dayton tossed the nearly empty bottle into the back.
The trooper came over to the window. Dayton said in the nicest voice possible "How are you doing today sir." The cop looked at him and nearly laughed.
He got right to the point and told them that they were speeding but he started smelling the intoxicating smoke and the alcohol smell coming from my mouth.
The cop said "Can you please step out of the car sir." Thats when Dayton snapped. Pulling out his handgun, Dayton shot a bullet right through the mans jaw causing the man to slam his head against the door.
His partner who was standing outside of the their ride quickly pulled out his hand gun and started firing and running back to his vehicle. A spray of automatic fire came through the back window of Dayton's car. It hit all over the cop's back. It was so powerful that it sent the cop flying up and against the police cruisers windshield. Quickly they drove away as fast as they could leaving two dead police officers on the side of the road.