A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been at college for the last 6 weeks and been too busy to update. Hope ya'll have been enjoying it so far; it's going to get better, trust me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Splinter Cell or Rainbow Six, as they belong to ubisoft, redstorm, and Tom Clancy.

December 7, 2007

Chelmno, Poland The crunch of a rifle but into Sam's ribcage was enough to rouse him from his coma-like state. His eyes opened painfully to view a dark, old smelling room with a single light from a lamp. His assailant was clad in the typical terrorist garb; balaclava, camouflage, assault rifle. A second individual entered the room, letting what little warmth was left in the shack; it was apparently snowing outside. "I see you got to our target before us. If you Israelis are good for something, it's killing people."

Sam didn't respond. These guys didn't seem like members of a government, but he couldn't be sure. The speaker, oddly enough, had an Iranian accent. "Not a heavy speaker? Didn't think so; diplomacy was never an Israeli virtue."

The Iranian walked up to Sam and moved into the light. He's bigger in person… Sam thought.

His captor soon ended his nice guy routine and picked Sam, wooden chair and all, up by the neck and through him to the side. He then spoke a few Persian words on the side to his friend and soon Sam was being dragged out of the shack by the back of the chair. Outside, the cold wind bit at Sam's skin. It was at this point it finally hit him that his suit was no longer on; instead, he was clad in a simple t-shirt and jeans. In the snow filled yard, Sam could see old structures, many of them crude wood shacks. He also noted the remnants of a factory like area and a sign post that he couldn't read. It was this factory that his captors brought him into; it too had a dank smell to it. These guys aren't governmental. It wouldn't hurt to see what I can get. In a whispered voice, Sam stated "Nice place you've got here. Time share?"

Once they reached the new room, his captor answered frankly. "Not exactly. As a Jew you should recognize this place." The captor soon looked to his partner and nodded. "Allegedly, of course." On that note, he left Sam alone with one the guards.

December 7, 2007

Fort Meade, Maryland

"Has he stopped moving?"

The query came from Lambert as a he furiously sipped his fifth cup of coffee in an hour. "Yes, he stopped somewhere around Chelmno. We're pulling up a satellite picture of the area right now."

On the main screen, a 6 foot, black and white image of a large complex of structures crackled into view. "Jesus, what the hell is that?"

Lambert asked rhetorically. Grim looked up from her computer and glanced at the image. "Abandoned military base?"

"No, that's no base." John Clark walked forward and studied the image. "You say this is in Chelmno?" He got an obligatory nod from the interested director and continued matter-of-factly "Chelmno was the site of a sub-camp of Treblinka during the Holocaust."

"A concentration camp? Why there of all places?" Lambert asked regarding the absurdity of the situation. "

If I were to guess, they'd want to keep him away from a main city for a while, and there you have an abandoned prison for free right there. No messy boarder crossing. I've got to go tell my men this."

Lambert waved the RAINBOW commander off and nearly collided with an aide while trying to head to the men's room. "Sir, you're wanted with the Deputy Undersecretary Feinlin. He's got the Israeli ambassador with him."

December 7, 2007

Frederic Chopin Airport, Warsaw, Poland

The members of RAINBOW waited patiently for the police escort that was supposed to be waiting for them. Ding felt a strong urge to make a Polish joke, but he decided against it. When their ride finally arrived, it the police seemed more like they were the ones being inconvenienced. The ride was awkward and silent for more than 2 hour car ride. Upon reaching their destination, it was just shy of 1 AM of the next day. Outside was a small Polish military base with a Mi-17 helicopter warming up on the pad.

December 8, 2007

Chelmno, Poland

Over the course of 20 hours, guards came and went; each took turns getting a piece of Sam. One of the sadistic minions inflicted the most painful injury; it was a small hexagram that was carved into the right side of Sam's chest with a razor. At around 12: 45 AM, the lead captor came in to pay the splinter cell a visit. "Do you feel more inclined to be friendly?"

"Now why would I feel that?"

"I guess you wouldn't either way. Oh well. Your body is more useful anyway. Think I can get your basics? Name, rank serial number. Or just say you're Mossad and that will cover it?"

"Why do you need to know that?" Sam asked coyly.

The captor seemed to think about that for a moment, and decide to answer the easy way. "My boss wants it."

To illustrate his intentions, he withdrew a pad and pen and prepared to write down what Sam would say. Sam shrugged and replied "Coholic, first name Al. I'm a major."

Without realizing it, the terrorist wrote down the name and repeated out loud. So "You're Major Al Coholic…" Fisher began to have a hearty laugh at his captor and was even more entertained to find that the terrorist didn't get the joke. Instead, he continued. "And your serial number, Coholic?"

Sam decided to throw the terrorist for another loop by reciting the phone number of a sex line he saw a commercial for. "If you must know, its one nine zero zero four seven three nine six six nine."

This time, however, the terrorist stopped and look at the paper cautiously. "Wait a second… This isn't what the pin number of an Israeli should look like; the one's we got yesterday were different."

At first, Fisher was relieved his name trick hadn't been the cause but was even more alarmed by the latter part of the statement. "You caught other Israelis?"

"Oh yes, we have two other agents of yours. Thank goodness that Russian devil was able to tell us about his encounter the first time. This is very fortunate."

"Are they still alive?" Sam asked curiously.

The captor approached Sam and put his hand on the splinter cell's shoulder. "Yes, for now. Of course, they won't be soon and neither will you. When my boss comes by tomorrow morning and he sees you personally, we'll throw you in the gas chamber."

Sam stared at his captor incredulously and decided to call his bluff. "This place is over 60 years old. You think it will even work?"

Instead smacking Sam hard, the captor patted him on the check condescendingly. "It needed a gas source and some duct tape over one of the pipes, but it still works."

In moments, Fisher was left alone. I've been shot at, tortured, and shot at some more. Handled small pox bombs and been explosively delivered into the ocean from 200 feet deep and now I'm going to die in a concentration camp while bound and gagged. I guess that's the most logical step…Or not.

For what couldn't have been more than four hours later, he was left to ponder his situation. He had no lock to pick, not glass to cut with, and no way out. Suddenly, the captor came in with a guest. After a few silent nods, the guest announced "It's time."

December 8, 2007.

Chelmno, Poland

The weather was on RAINBOW's side that; as they approached it was turbulent and easily covered their insertion. When the helicopter went on standby, it cleared. The crisp, silent air was barely disturbed by the footsteps of the NATO commandos as they made their way through the woods. Dieter was the first to get in position. "I spot one guard in each tower, and one patrolling the perimeter. There is one truck parked near the entrance and another near the gas chamber; there also appears to be two beat up Audis and one nice Mercedes. On a side note, doesn't this seem a bit… disturbing?"

Ding responded "We can discuss that later. Anything else?"

"Negative."

"Johnston, anything on your end?"

The American sniper rubbed his Remington 7mm briefly for good luck. "I see two additional guards having a smoke outside the barracks. That's- wait a minute. I see one guy -looks like our objective- being dragged to the building next to the gas chamber. They're throwing him in the annex; there appear to be two other people in there, kneeling."

Chavez cursed under his breath. Great, more hostages. Johnston then exclaimed "JESUS!" in a particularly loud manner over the radio.

"He's not here right now, Homer. What's the going on?" Ding demanded in an annoyed tone.

"I can't be sure, but it looks like there trying to activate the gas chamber!"

"When you get a shot, fire at will. Everyone, move!"

In moments, the snow surrounding the guard became incarnadine. The guards on the grounds soon followed. From the snow, team 1 made its way from the two main entrances. In less than 45 seconds, the outer area of the camp was already secure. Ding made a B line straight for the annex, putting three rounds in the head of a masked terrorist. Vega made short work of another bad guy that Ding had regrettably missed. Dieter and Homer accidentally took aim at the head of the same terrorist making a run for cover and reduced his head to vapor. From within the gas chamber, Fisher and company could hear the screams and gunfire coming from outside and decided to take the initiative. Sam, the least tired of the group, climbed to his restrained feet began to toss himself against the chamber door. On the third try, the rusted door gave way and he tumbled to the ground. He then rolled on his side and sawed away at his restraints. After he extricated his hands and ankles, Sam helped his new comrades out of their impromptu cuffs.

The older of the two Israelis stumbled over to the corpse of a sniped guard and tossed a pistol to his compatriot; he handed Sam the man's submachine gun. His new weapon was put to good use when the splinter cell put two rounds into a guard that emerged from a nearby cabin. The remaining 9 men, including one who was clad in casual clothing and the other who was unmasked but still uniformed were both subdued with shots to the arms and shoulder. Ding almost killed his main hostage until he recognized Sam's face. He motioned to Vega with a thumbs-up. Vega followed this by throwing a green smoke grenade into the courtyard. He, Ding, and Price grabbed assisted the two captive Israeli agents and Fisher respectively; Sam tried to walk on his own, but had trouble maintaining balance. After Price put his arms back around the splinter cell's shoulder, he noted "To think, my uncle Ralph liberated the poor bastards from a camp like this; must be a tradition."

Outside the camp, the whir of the chopper coming in fast was a sign of relief. From the vehicle emerged several Polish commandos who secured the dead and wounded terrorists, as well as any signs that this camp had been recently occupied (not much could be done about the door, however). In a matter of minutes, all were either aboard the Mi-17 or the recently arrived APC convoy. On board the helicopter, Ding spoke for a few moments to Clark on the COM before passing it to Fisher. "Hello?"

"Glad to hear your voice, Sam." Lambert answered with a mild tinge of joy in his voice. "I heard you had company."

"Only for the last few minutes. I couldn't tell who my captors were, but they sounded Iranian."

"I know, Sam. I'll debrief you when you get to a secure location; the state department and our friends from the Mediterranean may be onto something."