Disclaimer: I do not own Splinter Cell. I also don't own anything of Pokemon. All I own is the handheld computer that I wrote this fanfic on. (mine!)
I began this story right before the release of Splinter Cell: Pandora Tommorow, so I'll be adding small bits and pieces from the two games here and there.
Also, I've revised and condensed 15 chapters down into only 3 to make reading it a bit easier.
Oh, and also, tell me what you think of it. Good? Bad? Needs work? Should I never write another fanfic again? You decide - drop me a review.
-Chapter 1 Part 1: How It Began-----
It was a rainy and gloomy night. All was silent, except for the moderately heavy rain. Sam Fisher, a man in his late thirties, exited an old van by its rusted passenger door. Tonight he would make his way through the CIA. The National Security Agency (a.k.a. NSA), the group Sam worked for, didn't usually send their agents into other agencies. However, Lambert, the NSA's leader, made an exception due to a leak of classified combat information within the CIA. This data was allowing foreign governments to predict the US's battle plans.
America was at war against the country of Georgia, up near Russia. Thousands of its innocent people were dieing at the hands of its wicked president, Nikoladze. Sam was the single individual that slowly made his way through the Georgian presidential office in order to retrieve information on Nikoladze's killing sprees.
Outside the complex, Sam breathed hard. He knew that he could not mess up on this one. It was midnight on a rainy day in the year 2006, just outside the west entrance of the CIA's headquarters. Sam was wearing a complex suit of thermal emission-resistant clothing, light armor, and night and thermal vision goggles. The suit he wore was dark black and covered with enough high tech electronics to make even Bill Gates jealous. The CIA building itself was of a gray shade, apparently not having been painted in a while.
Lambert called Sam on his radio and filled him in. "Time to get to work, Fisher. You have lost all existence rights while in the compound." Fisher replied in his tone of sarcasm, "I'm not here." "That's right. We can't afford a single casualty in there. You are to move into the compound and access the CIA's supercomputer. From there, we can trace the leak back to its source. Details are on your OPSAT." Lambert radioed out.
Sam pulled out his OPSAT, a military version of the popular Palm PDA, and reviewed his objectives. He had access to satellite reckon, maps, and floor plans-all at the tap of a stylus. His data told him that the building would be dark, since most of the lights were turned off at night,but the halls would be patrolled by a mix of armed and unarmed security guards.
Sam put his souped up PDA away and reached to where his pistol would have been, in a holster on his left leg, and sighed deeply. He could easily be killed in this one, not having any weapons to defend himself with. He began to survey the landscape. Three muscular guards in blue suits patrolled the well-lit entrance. there's no way I can get in through the door, he thought.
Suddenly, Lambert radioed in again. "Fisher. Anna Grimsdottir, our electronics expert, was just able to hack into the building's ventilation system. We've crippled one of its large intake fans in order to get you in, but you have a maximum of one and a half minutes. I'll put her on the line." Sam could hear Lambert fumbling with his microphone, then gave it to the young woman, Grimsdottir. "Hey Sam, it's me. You can find the vent on your left, just beyond the side entrance to the main building. Head there now"
Sam, grateful to have an easy way in for once, obeyed willingly, slowly making his way left in a stealthy crouching walk. Finding the two single story tall vents over a chain link fence, he easily climbed the fence and stealthily hopped down the other side without making a sound. Grimsdottir spoke to Sam again, "Those are the ones. You should be able to slide a panel of the vent up and crawl through." Fisher, wasting no time, started to move his gloved hands around on the panels, looking for a loose one.
Screech! said the panel as it slid upward under the force of Sam's muscular arms. "I'm in," he sternly stated to Grimsdottir. "Good, I'll give you back to Lambert." After waiting for a few seconds, Sam heard Lambert's voice again; "Okay Fisher, we can see you're in. We'll have to cut off all radio contact while you're in the structure due to its tight security and risk of communication detection. Good luck... And remember, lethal force is not sanctioned on these premises." Sam heard Lambert shut off his radio, and began his slow and grueling journey into the heart of one of America's most sigificant buildings.
Remaining in a hunched-over stance, he was almost perfectly undetectable. He found himself on the second story of a dark room. Once he exited the large intake pipe, the fan's large propeller blade turned on, raising no alarms. However, Sam was trapped inside the building, at least for now. He flipped his goggles down and enabled night vision. He was used to this kind of thing already, having been through many similar missions, but something was different. Every other time the stealthy expert had operated overseas, but this time he was doing it in his own country. Regaining himself, he pulled his courage together, and slowly made his way down to the lower level.
-Chapter 1 Part 2: The U.F.O. Department-----
As Sam made his way through the complex, he felt more comfortable. Dodging surveillance cameras and lethally armed guards was nothing new to him.
Fisher was about an hour into his mission until something caught his eye: a locked door with the sign "UFO Department" on it. Sam, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to see what happened at Roswell, took his chance to view the classified information. Reaching into one of his many pockets on his suit, he pulled out a fiber optic cable attachment for his OPSAT. Sam stuck the end of the cable under the door.
Inside was a desk with a computer on it, but nothing more to be seen from under the door. Should I get sidetracked, or continue with this mission? Sam decided to humor himself, and thought, this boooring old mission... Suddenly his reason got the better of him, then he thought but the mission...is important. I must continue with it. Besides, the Bachelorette is on at five and I don't want to miss it. Sam stood there frozen for several minutes, trying to solve the conflict within himself. Finally, curiosity got the better of him. "Well, chances are it will be a rerun." He chuckled to himself. Little did he know how that decision would change his life, as well as push his retirement back many more years.
He skillfully picked the door's lock and swung it open. No one here, he thought, relieved as he closed and re-locked the door behind him. To his right was another door, this time locked with a keypad. cursed things, he thought irritably. By this time Sam had strongly made up his mind that he was going to read about Roswell. He closed the door he had just opened and walked up to the computer. Typing very quickly with one hand, he scanned the computer. Some interesting things stood out: one of them being the websites visited, and the other a strange message. It read,
"sd;fh;lhj1983sdf;shaj1983srtsr
irefgsdh1983sdjfhsdjahfkd1983"
What the... Sam was getting nowhere fast. He wanted that door code and he wanted it badly. Searching the computer again, an idea came to his mind. Quickly he pounced over to the keypad and punched in some numbers. 1 (beep).....9 (beep).....8 (beep).......3 (beep beep beep). The blast door was successfully opened.
Bingo, thought Sam. He whirred around and tried to leave the computer the same way he had found it. Entering the room, he stood in awe of what he saw. On the other side of large metal bars, he saw many, many rows of filing cabinets stacked five drawers high. Sam found a button to the side of the bars, and pressed it. Vrrrrrrrr hummed a motor silently as the bars were raised. Fisher's heart was racing. For many years the Roswell issue has been tormenting my mind. He triumphantly thought. Opening the filing cabinets, he quickly discovered that they were organized by year that they were archived. Opening one and thumbing the labels, he came across some rather interesting stuff. September 11th predictions... Bin Laden's location... The 15 minutes missing on the Jeffersonian tapes... aha! Roswell incident Sam pulled on a manila folder labeled with, "Roswell Incident." Sam Fisher read on. Roswell incident... validity.... HOAX!?!?!? Arg, that's no good. As Sam closed the cabinet, something else caught his attention. One was labeled, "Cloning; Project MT" As he pulled it out, he realized that it was more than a folder, but a large flexible package, with an airtight jar of a strange liquid and a two-inch thick book, as well as other loose papers. He skimmed the information in a binder.
1943... Pretty old stuff, he observed. One of the books was a journal of an archaeologist, the other was that of a German scientist. The archeologist's one could be summarized in saying, "a rare fossil was found, extremely similar, if not identical, to the supposed anatomy of that of the Pokemon Mew." By this time, Fisher started chuckling. Yeah, that's my wife he thought jokingly.
The other book explained just about everything there was to gene splicing, cloning, and everything related. By this time Sam was hopelessly confused by all the information. This guy's brain was fried, he thought They must have called it Project MT, cause their brains were just that! (A.N: MT = Empty). He skimmed on until the end of the book. One phrase caught his attention. "All this, for the creation of the Pokemon Mewtwo. thus the name - project MT..." Sam couldn't hold his laughter back now. "Bahahaha! Both of these guys are thick sculled. Pokemon don't even exist." Closing it, he read some notes that were in the folder still. One of them showed the estimated cost for all the equipment mentioned in the scientist's book. It was made to be payed by the German government. Sam audibly laughed to himself. 2 billion dollars! That's absurd, and even without considering inflation! he thought. You know something's wrong with the world when the best golfer is black, the best rapper is white, and the Germans don't want to go to war, Sam thought as he laughed to himself.
Another sheet of paper explained what the liquid was in the airtight container. "Enclosed inside is sufficient D.N.A. to fit your needs, doctor. I just hope you can convince the government to fund your 'little' project." On the next piece of paper he read, it explained how the original fossil was found and destroyed, leaving only the DNA in the airtight container to be known to exist. It also explained that Germany did not have enough money or time to pay attention to the scientist. The project was seized by the US government in Berlin, then archived. I don't buy it, it sounds too much like an impossible goal, thought Sam.
Suddenly he heard footsteps getting closer. Sam froze. Now was the worst time for him to get caught. Sam had no time to put the package back into the cabinet, so he slid it into a large opening on his back. Although the package was three inches thick, he was easily able to carry it on his back, since he wasn't carrying any large assault rifles.
He silently made his way back to the button, pushed it, and hid in one of the shadows, also flipping off his green night vision goggles so as not to make a light. The doorknob started to turn.
In walked a whistling, yet unarmed security guard. Taking a step in, he said to himself, "Hmm, this old place. Wonder if anything in here's gonna get declassified soon." After glancing around he slowly turned around and left from the way he came, closing the door tight. Sam's heart was racing so quickly, he never even thought about the oversized, classified data he carried, not until the very end of his mission, that is.
-Chapter 1 Part 3: Things Better Left Alone-----
Sam let out a sigh. He was glad to be out of the CIA and heading back to NSA headquarters. "Great work Fisher, we've traced the leak back to its source, and have someone to bring in for questioning" said Lambert on the radio. "Yeah, he's still in gaga land," Sam joked as he looked at the knocked out culprit who had been giving information to the Georgian government. Sam relaxed in the van for a while, but when he leaned back in his seat, he felt something. Then he remembered. Oh great, now I'm in big trouble, he thought. There was no way he could get the package back into the CIA. "Uh oh" he said out loud to himself. "Uh oh what." Lambert said on the other end, simultaneously concerned and angered. "Did you do something again, Fisher?"
Fisher was an honest man. He had no time for lies, and neither did he tell them. Sam told Lambert all about the UFO department and how he had found the package in the filing cabinet. "My God, Fisher, you idiot! There's no way that we can get that back in there. If they find out who took it, we're screwed." Sam knew that that Lambert was so mad he could spit bullets out of his mouth.
After a long pause, Lambert talked to Sam again. "Fisher, I just got off the line with the President. Fortunately, he's in a good mood. He was completely unaware of the cabinets you talked about. Also, he's thankful for the leak information, and will examine the documentation you have pulled and run it by his cabinet to see if it's actually worth trying."
Sam's heartbeat raced. Now the president believes that this stuff is real?!? What did I get myself into. "You're lucky this time Fisher. You had better watch that curiosity, it may get you into deep trouble in the future. I'll see you back at HQ. Oh, by the way, you now have your existence rights back," Lambert added in at the end. Sam was relieved to hear Lambert radio out.
Either we're on the edge of tremendous discovery, or financial disaster. This one dwarves the Spirit and Hope rovers, Sam thought as he took off his headset. He took the classified package out and put it off to his side. Leaning back in his chair, he examined the sealed container of supposed DNA. On the bottom it read, "shake well before use" Sam let out a muffled laugh. Good thing it didn't say do not shake.
-Chapter 1 Part 4: Was It Worth It?-----
Sam was sitting in his living room half a year later, watching the news. He was relaxed, not thinking about the CIA or anything that happened there. The announcer stated on the TV, "The Army has discovered an atomic bomb. Hidden in an apartment complex five miles northwest of Washington, the mini nuke was set to explode at five PM the next day. In other major news events, Georgian president Nikoladze's body was found yesterday. Back to you John." "Thanks, Tim. We now go live to the Pentagon for the military's awards ceremony." Sam watched as groups of soldiers were handed metals.
Next the president gave a speech, "We are here today to honor those who have rid the free world of the threat of terror." Sam reflected on what the president said. In truth, he had been the one to kill the foreign dictator, Nikoladze, with a single bullet to the head. Sam turned his attention back to the ceremony. The President said, "We will not forget anyone of those who have saved our country from terrorism." Sam chuckled, and thought to himself, Where's my metal? I stopped that madman.
Once again, as if he really meant it, the president said it again. Sam laughed hard this time. His daughter heard him and sat down next to him. "Dad, you haven't laughed this much since the Regan Administration. What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing Sarah." Suddenly the phone rang. As Sarah was about to go get it Sam said, "It's the NSA phone, Let it ring a while." So they did. After a while, Sam finally gave up and answered it.
"Fisher," Sam heard a familiar voice say on the other end of the line. "Hello Lambert."
I began this story right before the release of Splinter Cell: Pandora Tommorow, so I'll be adding small bits and pieces from the two games here and there.
Also, I've revised and condensed 15 chapters down into only 3 to make reading it a bit easier.
Oh, and also, tell me what you think of it. Good? Bad? Needs work? Should I never write another fanfic again? You decide - drop me a review.
-Chapter 1 Part 1: How It Began-----
It was a rainy and gloomy night. All was silent, except for the moderately heavy rain. Sam Fisher, a man in his late thirties, exited an old van by its rusted passenger door. Tonight he would make his way through the CIA. The National Security Agency (a.k.a. NSA), the group Sam worked for, didn't usually send their agents into other agencies. However, Lambert, the NSA's leader, made an exception due to a leak of classified combat information within the CIA. This data was allowing foreign governments to predict the US's battle plans.
America was at war against the country of Georgia, up near Russia. Thousands of its innocent people were dieing at the hands of its wicked president, Nikoladze. Sam was the single individual that slowly made his way through the Georgian presidential office in order to retrieve information on Nikoladze's killing sprees.
Outside the complex, Sam breathed hard. He knew that he could not mess up on this one. It was midnight on a rainy day in the year 2006, just outside the west entrance of the CIA's headquarters. Sam was wearing a complex suit of thermal emission-resistant clothing, light armor, and night and thermal vision goggles. The suit he wore was dark black and covered with enough high tech electronics to make even Bill Gates jealous. The CIA building itself was of a gray shade, apparently not having been painted in a while.
Lambert called Sam on his radio and filled him in. "Time to get to work, Fisher. You have lost all existence rights while in the compound." Fisher replied in his tone of sarcasm, "I'm not here." "That's right. We can't afford a single casualty in there. You are to move into the compound and access the CIA's supercomputer. From there, we can trace the leak back to its source. Details are on your OPSAT." Lambert radioed out.
Sam pulled out his OPSAT, a military version of the popular Palm PDA, and reviewed his objectives. He had access to satellite reckon, maps, and floor plans-all at the tap of a stylus. His data told him that the building would be dark, since most of the lights were turned off at night,but the halls would be patrolled by a mix of armed and unarmed security guards.
Sam put his souped up PDA away and reached to where his pistol would have been, in a holster on his left leg, and sighed deeply. He could easily be killed in this one, not having any weapons to defend himself with. He began to survey the landscape. Three muscular guards in blue suits patrolled the well-lit entrance. there's no way I can get in through the door, he thought.
Suddenly, Lambert radioed in again. "Fisher. Anna Grimsdottir, our electronics expert, was just able to hack into the building's ventilation system. We've crippled one of its large intake fans in order to get you in, but you have a maximum of one and a half minutes. I'll put her on the line." Sam could hear Lambert fumbling with his microphone, then gave it to the young woman, Grimsdottir. "Hey Sam, it's me. You can find the vent on your left, just beyond the side entrance to the main building. Head there now"
Sam, grateful to have an easy way in for once, obeyed willingly, slowly making his way left in a stealthy crouching walk. Finding the two single story tall vents over a chain link fence, he easily climbed the fence and stealthily hopped down the other side without making a sound. Grimsdottir spoke to Sam again, "Those are the ones. You should be able to slide a panel of the vent up and crawl through." Fisher, wasting no time, started to move his gloved hands around on the panels, looking for a loose one.
Screech! said the panel as it slid upward under the force of Sam's muscular arms. "I'm in," he sternly stated to Grimsdottir. "Good, I'll give you back to Lambert." After waiting for a few seconds, Sam heard Lambert's voice again; "Okay Fisher, we can see you're in. We'll have to cut off all radio contact while you're in the structure due to its tight security and risk of communication detection. Good luck... And remember, lethal force is not sanctioned on these premises." Sam heard Lambert shut off his radio, and began his slow and grueling journey into the heart of one of America's most sigificant buildings.
Remaining in a hunched-over stance, he was almost perfectly undetectable. He found himself on the second story of a dark room. Once he exited the large intake pipe, the fan's large propeller blade turned on, raising no alarms. However, Sam was trapped inside the building, at least for now. He flipped his goggles down and enabled night vision. He was used to this kind of thing already, having been through many similar missions, but something was different. Every other time the stealthy expert had operated overseas, but this time he was doing it in his own country. Regaining himself, he pulled his courage together, and slowly made his way down to the lower level.
-Chapter 1 Part 2: The U.F.O. Department-----
As Sam made his way through the complex, he felt more comfortable. Dodging surveillance cameras and lethally armed guards was nothing new to him.
Fisher was about an hour into his mission until something caught his eye: a locked door with the sign "UFO Department" on it. Sam, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to see what happened at Roswell, took his chance to view the classified information. Reaching into one of his many pockets on his suit, he pulled out a fiber optic cable attachment for his OPSAT. Sam stuck the end of the cable under the door.
Inside was a desk with a computer on it, but nothing more to be seen from under the door. Should I get sidetracked, or continue with this mission? Sam decided to humor himself, and thought, this boooring old mission... Suddenly his reason got the better of him, then he thought but the mission...is important. I must continue with it. Besides, the Bachelorette is on at five and I don't want to miss it. Sam stood there frozen for several minutes, trying to solve the conflict within himself. Finally, curiosity got the better of him. "Well, chances are it will be a rerun." He chuckled to himself. Little did he know how that decision would change his life, as well as push his retirement back many more years.
He skillfully picked the door's lock and swung it open. No one here, he thought, relieved as he closed and re-locked the door behind him. To his right was another door, this time locked with a keypad. cursed things, he thought irritably. By this time Sam had strongly made up his mind that he was going to read about Roswell. He closed the door he had just opened and walked up to the computer. Typing very quickly with one hand, he scanned the computer. Some interesting things stood out: one of them being the websites visited, and the other a strange message. It read,
"sd;fh;lhj1983sdf;shaj1983srtsr
irefgsdh1983sdjfhsdjahfkd1983"
What the... Sam was getting nowhere fast. He wanted that door code and he wanted it badly. Searching the computer again, an idea came to his mind. Quickly he pounced over to the keypad and punched in some numbers. 1 (beep).....9 (beep).....8 (beep).......3 (beep beep beep). The blast door was successfully opened.
Bingo, thought Sam. He whirred around and tried to leave the computer the same way he had found it. Entering the room, he stood in awe of what he saw. On the other side of large metal bars, he saw many, many rows of filing cabinets stacked five drawers high. Sam found a button to the side of the bars, and pressed it. Vrrrrrrrr hummed a motor silently as the bars were raised. Fisher's heart was racing. For many years the Roswell issue has been tormenting my mind. He triumphantly thought. Opening the filing cabinets, he quickly discovered that they were organized by year that they were archived. Opening one and thumbing the labels, he came across some rather interesting stuff. September 11th predictions... Bin Laden's location... The 15 minutes missing on the Jeffersonian tapes... aha! Roswell incident Sam pulled on a manila folder labeled with, "Roswell Incident." Sam Fisher read on. Roswell incident... validity.... HOAX!?!?!? Arg, that's no good. As Sam closed the cabinet, something else caught his attention. One was labeled, "Cloning; Project MT" As he pulled it out, he realized that it was more than a folder, but a large flexible package, with an airtight jar of a strange liquid and a two-inch thick book, as well as other loose papers. He skimmed the information in a binder.
1943... Pretty old stuff, he observed. One of the books was a journal of an archaeologist, the other was that of a German scientist. The archeologist's one could be summarized in saying, "a rare fossil was found, extremely similar, if not identical, to the supposed anatomy of that of the Pokemon Mew." By this time, Fisher started chuckling. Yeah, that's my wife he thought jokingly.
The other book explained just about everything there was to gene splicing, cloning, and everything related. By this time Sam was hopelessly confused by all the information. This guy's brain was fried, he thought They must have called it Project MT, cause their brains were just that! (A.N: MT = Empty). He skimmed on until the end of the book. One phrase caught his attention. "All this, for the creation of the Pokemon Mewtwo. thus the name - project MT..." Sam couldn't hold his laughter back now. "Bahahaha! Both of these guys are thick sculled. Pokemon don't even exist." Closing it, he read some notes that were in the folder still. One of them showed the estimated cost for all the equipment mentioned in the scientist's book. It was made to be payed by the German government. Sam audibly laughed to himself. 2 billion dollars! That's absurd, and even without considering inflation! he thought. You know something's wrong with the world when the best golfer is black, the best rapper is white, and the Germans don't want to go to war, Sam thought as he laughed to himself.
Another sheet of paper explained what the liquid was in the airtight container. "Enclosed inside is sufficient D.N.A. to fit your needs, doctor. I just hope you can convince the government to fund your 'little' project." On the next piece of paper he read, it explained how the original fossil was found and destroyed, leaving only the DNA in the airtight container to be known to exist. It also explained that Germany did not have enough money or time to pay attention to the scientist. The project was seized by the US government in Berlin, then archived. I don't buy it, it sounds too much like an impossible goal, thought Sam.
Suddenly he heard footsteps getting closer. Sam froze. Now was the worst time for him to get caught. Sam had no time to put the package back into the cabinet, so he slid it into a large opening on his back. Although the package was three inches thick, he was easily able to carry it on his back, since he wasn't carrying any large assault rifles.
He silently made his way back to the button, pushed it, and hid in one of the shadows, also flipping off his green night vision goggles so as not to make a light. The doorknob started to turn.
In walked a whistling, yet unarmed security guard. Taking a step in, he said to himself, "Hmm, this old place. Wonder if anything in here's gonna get declassified soon." After glancing around he slowly turned around and left from the way he came, closing the door tight. Sam's heart was racing so quickly, he never even thought about the oversized, classified data he carried, not until the very end of his mission, that is.
-Chapter 1 Part 3: Things Better Left Alone-----
Sam let out a sigh. He was glad to be out of the CIA and heading back to NSA headquarters. "Great work Fisher, we've traced the leak back to its source, and have someone to bring in for questioning" said Lambert on the radio. "Yeah, he's still in gaga land," Sam joked as he looked at the knocked out culprit who had been giving information to the Georgian government. Sam relaxed in the van for a while, but when he leaned back in his seat, he felt something. Then he remembered. Oh great, now I'm in big trouble, he thought. There was no way he could get the package back into the CIA. "Uh oh" he said out loud to himself. "Uh oh what." Lambert said on the other end, simultaneously concerned and angered. "Did you do something again, Fisher?"
Fisher was an honest man. He had no time for lies, and neither did he tell them. Sam told Lambert all about the UFO department and how he had found the package in the filing cabinet. "My God, Fisher, you idiot! There's no way that we can get that back in there. If they find out who took it, we're screwed." Sam knew that that Lambert was so mad he could spit bullets out of his mouth.
After a long pause, Lambert talked to Sam again. "Fisher, I just got off the line with the President. Fortunately, he's in a good mood. He was completely unaware of the cabinets you talked about. Also, he's thankful for the leak information, and will examine the documentation you have pulled and run it by his cabinet to see if it's actually worth trying."
Sam's heartbeat raced. Now the president believes that this stuff is real?!? What did I get myself into. "You're lucky this time Fisher. You had better watch that curiosity, it may get you into deep trouble in the future. I'll see you back at HQ. Oh, by the way, you now have your existence rights back," Lambert added in at the end. Sam was relieved to hear Lambert radio out.
Either we're on the edge of tremendous discovery, or financial disaster. This one dwarves the Spirit and Hope rovers, Sam thought as he took off his headset. He took the classified package out and put it off to his side. Leaning back in his chair, he examined the sealed container of supposed DNA. On the bottom it read, "shake well before use" Sam let out a muffled laugh. Good thing it didn't say do not shake.
-Chapter 1 Part 4: Was It Worth It?-----
Sam was sitting in his living room half a year later, watching the news. He was relaxed, not thinking about the CIA or anything that happened there. The announcer stated on the TV, "The Army has discovered an atomic bomb. Hidden in an apartment complex five miles northwest of Washington, the mini nuke was set to explode at five PM the next day. In other major news events, Georgian president Nikoladze's body was found yesterday. Back to you John." "Thanks, Tim. We now go live to the Pentagon for the military's awards ceremony." Sam watched as groups of soldiers were handed metals.
Next the president gave a speech, "We are here today to honor those who have rid the free world of the threat of terror." Sam reflected on what the president said. In truth, he had been the one to kill the foreign dictator, Nikoladze, with a single bullet to the head. Sam turned his attention back to the ceremony. The President said, "We will not forget anyone of those who have saved our country from terrorism." Sam chuckled, and thought to himself, Where's my metal? I stopped that madman.
Once again, as if he really meant it, the president said it again. Sam laughed hard this time. His daughter heard him and sat down next to him. "Dad, you haven't laughed this much since the Regan Administration. What's wrong?" "Oh, nothing Sarah." Suddenly the phone rang. As Sarah was about to go get it Sam said, "It's the NSA phone, Let it ring a while." So they did. After a while, Sam finally gave up and answered it.
"Fisher," Sam heard a familiar voice say on the other end of the line. "Hello Lambert."