Sheepless In Seattle
By Spectra16
Disclaimer: I don't own Splinter Cell. At all. Nope. Nyet. Nada.
A/N: Yeah. These mini stories are. . . Mini. . . But that doesn't mean there won't be SOME long chapters. If anyone has any ideas they want me to put into play, just lemme know.
Oh. And if you've never read the Splinter cell novel, then you wouldn't know that Sammy Fisher has a daughter named Sarah. And this mini story is from her point of view.
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Chapter Two: Like Father, Like Daughter
Here's the deal. My dad is some crazy spy for the United States government. He thinks he's so cool with all of his gadgets and stuff. But honestly, his espionage stints around the house are getting out of hand. I mean, he's in his mid 50s. He's a crazy old man.
Last night, he pushed me too far.
I was out on a date was the most wonderful guy in the world, Tylor, who took me out to this really expensive Japanese restaurant. It was great fun, until my dad decided to sneak around in his combat suit, staying in the shadows, trying not to be seen by me. But seriously, when I went to the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice unconscious bodies in "dark corners" along the way. I came back to my small, secluded tea house, and found my dad standing over my boyfriend with his typical I've-taken-a-hostage-again.
"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked, as if this kind of thing happened everyday. Which it did.
"Just making sure that my daughter isn't going to be hurt by some little punk ass boy that she thinks is so hot," Sam let Tylor hit the floor after choking him. "Don't worry. He won't remember a thing."
"Dad! You have to separate your private life with your . . . Weird . . . Super spy life. Okay? My social life shouldn't have to suffer because you act like everything's a video game!"
"Fisher! Abort the mission!" Lambert called in on Sam. Sam dropped everything and took off.
I was a little bit curious as to what revelation my dad had to make him just leave, but I wanted to learn it so that I could make him stop this madness. I followed him outside, and found that he was calling for an extraction in the middle of a busy street. I shook my head, and went back into the restaurant to get Tylor, and hopefully wake him up.
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Next adventure; Sam goes on a recon mission to intercept blackmail info about the US President! And the information happens to be encrypted into a Jack Russel Terrier dog collar! See Sam run around like a chicken with his head cut off around London in broad daylight!