"The Hunger of Sam Fisher"

By, Joseph "Maniac" Cirillo

The morning was cold and hard. The darkness of the morning was second only to the darkness of my very own soul. Before I get off on a rant here let me not forget what are left of my manners and introduce myself. My name is Sam Fisher. There are not too many people who know me by that name, but it was the name given to me when I was brought into this world.

I started the first phases of awaking in my bed. For the millionth time I thought up my purpose in life. The fifth freedom is my purpose. Oh what is that you say? You've never heard of a fifth freedom? You don't believe it actually exists. Well, it turns out that Rockwell forgot the fifth freedom when he came up with the other four. Our government was wise enough to know that a fifth freedom was necessary. It is the right to resend the four freedoms in order to protect the four freedoms by any means I see fit. My government calls me a Splinter Cell. If I am captured, Sam Fisher does not exist, and I do not get to see my daughter grow up to get married.

I could feel the sound of the growl inside of me. I had a mission I needed to complete, and this one was the most important to me.

I got out of bed and got in the shower. The water felt hot on my skin, stinging me a little bit, but I had certainly felt worse. Before he died, Junior Wilkes said I was shot more than anyone he had ever known. But bullets didn't bother me and neither did shower water.

I got out of the shower and checked the closet for my gear. All of it was in place, exactly where I left it. Sarah hadn't disturbed it over the night. Although she doesn't know what I do for a living, if she were to find something like this in the house it would be a shock indeed to her. That didn't matter, for my mission I would never be allowed to wear it, at least not with its current parameters.

I opened my safe and pulled out my pistol. It's a pea shooter compared to my heavier equipment but it serves a purpose. If needed it doesn't disappoint, certainly if I aim for the head. I tucked the gun in a holster close to my hip. Over that I put on my pants and my shirt for the day. My boss, Lambert, would be expecting me and I would have to dress appropriately. The higher brass was coming in today and I needed to remind them I was still the right man for the job when it came to the fifth freedom. Everything was just about in order…

"Dad are you coming?" asked my daughter as she walked into my bedroom. She was certainly the light of my life.

"Yes honey, I'm ready. Let's do it." I replied with a smile on my face, my gun secure under my civilian clothes. "Let's get some breakfast."

The End