Please note, i do not own these characters! the words in between the hashes eg. '#Hi there!#' is Sam Fisher thinking..thats because i wasnt allowed to use italics for some apparent reason. So please R&R!
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'Fisher, get the hell out of there now!' Screamed Colonel Irving Lambert down the Palm Opsat. Lambert is the Third Echelon Operation Co-ordinator. In other words he is the link between field operatives and agents under his command. The Palm Opsat is a compact, wrist mounted version of the standard civilian PDA designed for military use. '#More like a piece of junk,#' Fisher thought. Even though it is a unique piece of technology. '#It's just every year the Government scientists always have to bring out something more unique and intelligent, and it's always more complicated to use#'.
Sam Fisher, a Third Echelon Field Operative, is the agent in which the United States and United Kingdom now depend on, enough weight on my shoulders yet? Said Fisher once. The war between Georgia, Russia and Korea with the rest of the world is all down to Sam Fisher's actions. If he gets caught, the US will probably deny his existence, then Fisher would be tortured until he had leaked an important piece of information, on which Georgia and Russia would act on immediately. The US and UK believe that Georgia are planning a nuclear war on the rest of the world, with Russia and Korea in on it. Georgia have captured one hundred American soldiers, and are planning to execute them live on TV. So it is down to Sam to first, find out if Georgia, Russia and South Korea are now working together. Working to wipe out the Americans, or the Dirty Americans as the Georgians refer to them as. Sam now sits on top of a moving elevator, suddenly a mighty explosion rocked the elevator. It shook, then after a second a mighty roar descended on to him and a pile of rubble and brick landed onto him.
'What the fuck was that Lambert!' Sam Fisher screamed, not caring if the workers below heard him or not. Sam Fisher is wired up with cochlear implants so he can talk to Lambert without moving his Opsat to his mouth. The elevator shook with the effects of the blast and the effect of the rubble banging loudly on the roof of the elevator. An alarm went off somewhere on the floor below. He stood up and wondered why it was taking Colonel Lambert so long to answer his question. He brushed the dust and brick off him, and stood high and proud. Fisher wears a Government creation (again thought Fisher) which is embedded with photosensors that detect and let you know how much light falls on you, which is displayed on the Opsat. He is wearing black and grey combat trousers, with satchels attached to his thigh, containing ammo for his SC 20K and his Five-7 Pistol. Also smoke grenades, diversion cameras, sticky shockers, ring airfoil projectiles and sticky cameras are all of the multipurpose launcher (from the SC 20K) ammunition that are kept in the satchels and pockets of Sam Fisher. Over his skin tight, rubber zip up, is a bullet proof vest, again with satchels attached along the front of his bullet proof vest. His goggles sit upon his head which support night vision and thermal vision. His hair was greying and his eyes were wise. Some people thought Fisher was maybe to old to be in this line of work, but he and many others thought that his skill and athleticism beats anything else that u need on the battlefield.
'Sorry Fisher, we haven't got any acceptance from the Government for this mission, they fired a missile trying to take out Kombayn Nikoladze.' Sighed Lambert. 'They have succeeded in taking out their Communications centre, so no radio's or telephones work. Unfortunately they keep the email system down in the basement. So the computers are still online, try and disconnected the computer centre down in basement floor three. From what I can see, it has not effected the basement floors. And that's where Nikoladze's "lieutenant" of the Russian Mafia is. His name is Vyacheslav Grinko. Find him, and interrogate him Fisher. Oh and by the way, we know that Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison are dead, but try and find out more about them and their disappearance.' Finished Lambert, before signing off.
'Oh great.' Sam Fisher said, in his usual husky voice. Fisher knew about Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison, he was sent to look for them at the Georgian Police Station in T'bilisi. The CIA contacted NSA officials regarding the loss of contact with Agent Alison Madison, a CIA operative monitoring widespread communication shortages plaguing the former Soviet Republic of Georgia. A second operative, Agent Blaustein, was inserted into the Georgian capital T'bilisi to locate the missing operative Agent Madison, only to drop from contact seven days later. So Sam Fisher was sent in to find the two operatives, or the two operatives bodies and evaluate the situation. He had found their bodies, they were too mutilated to even make out a nose, an eye or a mouth. He had sent the fingerprints by Opsat back to Lambert, but somehow they didn't even have fingerprints. Sam had looked more closely and realised the Georgians had burnt the two agents fingertips, to conceal their identity. He whipped his Five-7 pistol out and checked if the two workers had left the elevator. He is in the Georgian Defence Ministry in T'bilisi, Georgia. Fisher kicked in the ventilation block on top of the elevator and jumped in. By his calculations he is on the basement floor one. '#Better start at the bottom and I guess i have to switch off the Internet connection..#' He pressed the button for basement floor three and waited. The elevator pinged and opened. '#Shit, didn't think the ping was that loud on an elevator before, that ping could have cost me my life!#' Fisher chuckled to himself. The alarm had stopped, but an announcement started to be read out over the tannoy. It said it in Georgian, Russian, Korean and then finally English.
'The American Government has tried to take down our communications tower at the top of this building, they have not succeeded. Also, please all guards stay on ser jobs, ve believe there may be a Dirtee American spy in ze building. Over 'n' out.' Fisher found this funny, '#over and out? Who the hell says that anymore?#' Fisher realised the man had told a lie to the soldiers, saying that the communications line was intact. Fisher shook his head. '#Always lying to keep the soldiers in their right mind.#'
He peeked out of the elevator, left and then right. The hall was a peach colour, with a cream linoleum floor. Flowers in pots were littered around the side of the hall. Realising no-one was there he stepped out and kept out his arms outstretched with his Five-7 pistol in his hands. A drinks machine sat in the middle of the corridor, against the wall. He crouched and ran to the machine and pressed his back to it, his boots made no sound what so ever. Around the corner of the hallway Fisher heard voices, talking in Russian. Play Time, Fisher thought. He pulled out his SC 2000 Modular Assault Weapon System and searched in his satchels, once he found what he was looking for (a cylinder with a sharp spike attached to the bottom) he loaded it into the multipurpose launcher and took aim at the wall. What Fisher had loaded into the SC 20K was a Distraction Camera. It has pan and zoom motors as well as its vision enhancement apparatus, with a noisemaker and a CO 2 gas canister. The image from the vision enhancement shows up on the Opsat. Fisher fired the camera and the spike embedded into the wall, making no sound at all. The Russian guards hadn't noticed a thing. He put his SC 20K back on his back, and checked out his Opsat on his wrist. Sure enough it had found the Distraction Camera and logged on, Sam moved an analog stick and the image turned towards the other end of the corridor, where the two guards were talking. They had appeared to had finished their conversation, '#bout time#' Fisher thought. One guard moved into a room on the far side, while the other guard moved towards the camera, although not actually seeing it. Sam checked out his Opsat once more and pressed a button, a whistle emitted from the camera, not too loud but not too quiet either. The guard in the far room must have not noticed it, but the guard in the corridor definitely had. He had a look of confusion on his face, but curiosity got the better of him. He started towards the camera, once he was near enough Fisher clicked a button and the gas poured out from the gas canister. The guard fell in an instant, the body made no sound as it hit the floor. '#Gotcha ya Fucker#' thought Fisher, laughing to himself.
'Hey Mart, you vant a cup of covvee my friend?!' The guard in the far room shouted in a Russian accent. '#Oh shit!#' Fisher scrambled to the unconscious body and pulled him over his side of the corner of the corridor. He looked around trying to find a room of some sort that he could dump the body in. '#Oh shit oh shit oh shit#' Sam picked up the body and hurried to a room next to the elevator. 'Mart?! You ok buddy?!' Came another call from the Russian guard. Fisher opened the door next to the elevator. A janitors closet. He dumped the body quietly and turned off the light. This time the guard cried in Russian, Fisher heard footsteps rattling down the corridor and a clip being loaded into a handgun. The guard cried something else in Russian. The handle from the janitors closet started to rattle. 'Mart you in der?' Cried the Russian. The door opened. But instead of seeing Fisher standing over the unconscious body of his friend, he just saw buckets, brooms and other cleaning equipment.
Fisher was now crawling in a ventilation shaft above the closet. '#Close call#' He thought. He had pushed the body on top of the shelves and covered it over with a blanket he had found in the corner of the room, before climbing into the ventilation.
'#Could of been Christmas with my daughter, eating turkey and giving presents but no, I had to be having Christmas in a fucking tin can!#'
He crawled for maybe a few seconds until he found another opening, he looked down and saw the other guard trying to find his partner on duty. The man walked to the drinks machine and shrugged while getting money out of his pocket.
'Must have vent out to hava cigarette.' He muttered to himself. Fisher pulled out his Five-7 Pistol. '#Sometimes I hate this job#' Sam took aim at shot the guard in the head. He fell instantly. The bullet still left smoking inside his head. Fisher jumped down from the ventilation shaft quickly so no blood could be shed on the floor, and not making any noise he hid the body in the janitors closet.
'#Well, that's them until the unconscious guy wakes up, and by that time I'll be out of here!#'
He quietly moved down the hall with his pistol in his hands, past the drinks machine and around the corner. He pressed his back against the wall and shuffled sideways. In the far room he heard a TV, he looked into the room and found no one, so he ran in and tapped into the computer.
'Holy shit!' Fisher said out loud. The computer screen read :-
Execution Instructions For Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison
1. Take them down to the Basement Floor four at half past six and gag them.
2. Sit them on a stool and set up the equipment ready for the execution.
3. The execution shall be one hour later than the soldier executions.
4. You will find out what the execution will be when you bring them down.
What shocked Fisher the most was that Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison were supposed to be dead.
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'Fisher, get the hell out of there now!' Screamed Colonel Irving Lambert down the Palm Opsat. Lambert is the Third Echelon Operation Co-ordinator. In other words he is the link between field operatives and agents under his command. The Palm Opsat is a compact, wrist mounted version of the standard civilian PDA designed for military use. '#More like a piece of junk,#' Fisher thought. Even though it is a unique piece of technology. '#It's just every year the Government scientists always have to bring out something more unique and intelligent, and it's always more complicated to use#'.
Sam Fisher, a Third Echelon Field Operative, is the agent in which the United States and United Kingdom now depend on, enough weight on my shoulders yet? Said Fisher once. The war between Georgia, Russia and Korea with the rest of the world is all down to Sam Fisher's actions. If he gets caught, the US will probably deny his existence, then Fisher would be tortured until he had leaked an important piece of information, on which Georgia and Russia would act on immediately. The US and UK believe that Georgia are planning a nuclear war on the rest of the world, with Russia and Korea in on it. Georgia have captured one hundred American soldiers, and are planning to execute them live on TV. So it is down to Sam to first, find out if Georgia, Russia and South Korea are now working together. Working to wipe out the Americans, or the Dirty Americans as the Georgians refer to them as. Sam now sits on top of a moving elevator, suddenly a mighty explosion rocked the elevator. It shook, then after a second a mighty roar descended on to him and a pile of rubble and brick landed onto him.
'What the fuck was that Lambert!' Sam Fisher screamed, not caring if the workers below heard him or not. Sam Fisher is wired up with cochlear implants so he can talk to Lambert without moving his Opsat to his mouth. The elevator shook with the effects of the blast and the effect of the rubble banging loudly on the roof of the elevator. An alarm went off somewhere on the floor below. He stood up and wondered why it was taking Colonel Lambert so long to answer his question. He brushed the dust and brick off him, and stood high and proud. Fisher wears a Government creation (again thought Fisher) which is embedded with photosensors that detect and let you know how much light falls on you, which is displayed on the Opsat. He is wearing black and grey combat trousers, with satchels attached to his thigh, containing ammo for his SC 20K and his Five-7 Pistol. Also smoke grenades, diversion cameras, sticky shockers, ring airfoil projectiles and sticky cameras are all of the multipurpose launcher (from the SC 20K) ammunition that are kept in the satchels and pockets of Sam Fisher. Over his skin tight, rubber zip up, is a bullet proof vest, again with satchels attached along the front of his bullet proof vest. His goggles sit upon his head which support night vision and thermal vision. His hair was greying and his eyes were wise. Some people thought Fisher was maybe to old to be in this line of work, but he and many others thought that his skill and athleticism beats anything else that u need on the battlefield.
'Sorry Fisher, we haven't got any acceptance from the Government for this mission, they fired a missile trying to take out Kombayn Nikoladze.' Sighed Lambert. 'They have succeeded in taking out their Communications centre, so no radio's or telephones work. Unfortunately they keep the email system down in the basement. So the computers are still online, try and disconnected the computer centre down in basement floor three. From what I can see, it has not effected the basement floors. And that's where Nikoladze's "lieutenant" of the Russian Mafia is. His name is Vyacheslav Grinko. Find him, and interrogate him Fisher. Oh and by the way, we know that Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison are dead, but try and find out more about them and their disappearance.' Finished Lambert, before signing off.
'Oh great.' Sam Fisher said, in his usual husky voice. Fisher knew about Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison, he was sent to look for them at the Georgian Police Station in T'bilisi. The CIA contacted NSA officials regarding the loss of contact with Agent Alison Madison, a CIA operative monitoring widespread communication shortages plaguing the former Soviet Republic of Georgia. A second operative, Agent Blaustein, was inserted into the Georgian capital T'bilisi to locate the missing operative Agent Madison, only to drop from contact seven days later. So Sam Fisher was sent in to find the two operatives, or the two operatives bodies and evaluate the situation. He had found their bodies, they were too mutilated to even make out a nose, an eye or a mouth. He had sent the fingerprints by Opsat back to Lambert, but somehow they didn't even have fingerprints. Sam had looked more closely and realised the Georgians had burnt the two agents fingertips, to conceal their identity. He whipped his Five-7 pistol out and checked if the two workers had left the elevator. He is in the Georgian Defence Ministry in T'bilisi, Georgia. Fisher kicked in the ventilation block on top of the elevator and jumped in. By his calculations he is on the basement floor one. '#Better start at the bottom and I guess i have to switch off the Internet connection..#' He pressed the button for basement floor three and waited. The elevator pinged and opened. '#Shit, didn't think the ping was that loud on an elevator before, that ping could have cost me my life!#' Fisher chuckled to himself. The alarm had stopped, but an announcement started to be read out over the tannoy. It said it in Georgian, Russian, Korean and then finally English.
'The American Government has tried to take down our communications tower at the top of this building, they have not succeeded. Also, please all guards stay on ser jobs, ve believe there may be a Dirtee American spy in ze building. Over 'n' out.' Fisher found this funny, '#over and out? Who the hell says that anymore?#' Fisher realised the man had told a lie to the soldiers, saying that the communications line was intact. Fisher shook his head. '#Always lying to keep the soldiers in their right mind.#'
He peeked out of the elevator, left and then right. The hall was a peach colour, with a cream linoleum floor. Flowers in pots were littered around the side of the hall. Realising no-one was there he stepped out and kept out his arms outstretched with his Five-7 pistol in his hands. A drinks machine sat in the middle of the corridor, against the wall. He crouched and ran to the machine and pressed his back to it, his boots made no sound what so ever. Around the corner of the hallway Fisher heard voices, talking in Russian. Play Time, Fisher thought. He pulled out his SC 2000 Modular Assault Weapon System and searched in his satchels, once he found what he was looking for (a cylinder with a sharp spike attached to the bottom) he loaded it into the multipurpose launcher and took aim at the wall. What Fisher had loaded into the SC 20K was a Distraction Camera. It has pan and zoom motors as well as its vision enhancement apparatus, with a noisemaker and a CO 2 gas canister. The image from the vision enhancement shows up on the Opsat. Fisher fired the camera and the spike embedded into the wall, making no sound at all. The Russian guards hadn't noticed a thing. He put his SC 20K back on his back, and checked out his Opsat on his wrist. Sure enough it had found the Distraction Camera and logged on, Sam moved an analog stick and the image turned towards the other end of the corridor, where the two guards were talking. They had appeared to had finished their conversation, '#bout time#' Fisher thought. One guard moved into a room on the far side, while the other guard moved towards the camera, although not actually seeing it. Sam checked out his Opsat once more and pressed a button, a whistle emitted from the camera, not too loud but not too quiet either. The guard in the far room must have not noticed it, but the guard in the corridor definitely had. He had a look of confusion on his face, but curiosity got the better of him. He started towards the camera, once he was near enough Fisher clicked a button and the gas poured out from the gas canister. The guard fell in an instant, the body made no sound as it hit the floor. '#Gotcha ya Fucker#' thought Fisher, laughing to himself.
'Hey Mart, you vant a cup of covvee my friend?!' The guard in the far room shouted in a Russian accent. '#Oh shit!#' Fisher scrambled to the unconscious body and pulled him over his side of the corner of the corridor. He looked around trying to find a room of some sort that he could dump the body in. '#Oh shit oh shit oh shit#' Sam picked up the body and hurried to a room next to the elevator. 'Mart?! You ok buddy?!' Came another call from the Russian guard. Fisher opened the door next to the elevator. A janitors closet. He dumped the body quietly and turned off the light. This time the guard cried in Russian, Fisher heard footsteps rattling down the corridor and a clip being loaded into a handgun. The guard cried something else in Russian. The handle from the janitors closet started to rattle. 'Mart you in der?' Cried the Russian. The door opened. But instead of seeing Fisher standing over the unconscious body of his friend, he just saw buckets, brooms and other cleaning equipment.
Fisher was now crawling in a ventilation shaft above the closet. '#Close call#' He thought. He had pushed the body on top of the shelves and covered it over with a blanket he had found in the corner of the room, before climbing into the ventilation.
'#Could of been Christmas with my daughter, eating turkey and giving presents but no, I had to be having Christmas in a fucking tin can!#'
He crawled for maybe a few seconds until he found another opening, he looked down and saw the other guard trying to find his partner on duty. The man walked to the drinks machine and shrugged while getting money out of his pocket.
'Must have vent out to hava cigarette.' He muttered to himself. Fisher pulled out his Five-7 Pistol. '#Sometimes I hate this job#' Sam took aim at shot the guard in the head. He fell instantly. The bullet still left smoking inside his head. Fisher jumped down from the ventilation shaft quickly so no blood could be shed on the floor, and not making any noise he hid the body in the janitors closet.
'#Well, that's them until the unconscious guy wakes up, and by that time I'll be out of here!#'
He quietly moved down the hall with his pistol in his hands, past the drinks machine and around the corner. He pressed his back against the wall and shuffled sideways. In the far room he heard a TV, he looked into the room and found no one, so he ran in and tapped into the computer.
'Holy shit!' Fisher said out loud. The computer screen read :-
Execution Instructions For Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison
1. Take them down to the Basement Floor four at half past six and gag them.
2. Sit them on a stool and set up the equipment ready for the execution.
3. The execution shall be one hour later than the soldier executions.
4. You will find out what the execution will be when you bring them down.
What shocked Fisher the most was that Agent Blaustein and Agent Madison were supposed to be dead.