Conviction (Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell)
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Several disastrous missions have depleted the ranks of the Splinter Cells. Third Echelon is training new recruits when a stunning piece of evidence is uncovered. Evidence that points to the mole who sold out his government...Sam Fisher, Splinter Cell(r) operative.
on the roof of a building across the street from Leonard’s and had only revealed himself to take the shots. He’d been in Ames’s sight for all of two heartbeats before he’d vanished behind the air-conditioning units. Ames had been on the roof since sunrise, and he’d neither seen nor heard the shooter’s approach, so the man might have been there even longer and had obviously cloaked his heat signature. Ames cursed, slung the rifle over his shoulder, and muttered, “I’m going after the shooter.”
smart to try to breach it. Fish in a barrel. So, had he retreated, returned outside, and set up on the bunker, waiting for Fisher to reappear? Still, his options were limited: He needed a vehicle, which meant he had to get out and double back. Divert and run, Fisher thought. He moved to the east wall, fished a chem light from his rucksack, crushed it, then reached up and tossed it through the slit. He would have two or three seconds before the chem light glowed to life. He hurried to the
he pulled the plug, as you say. I came back from Milan and found this.” He swept his hand across the expanse of the laboratory. “Everything shut down. My staff gone. Every scrap of data removed from the mainframe. They pulled every hard drive, took every CD and USB flash drive.” “Why didn’t you just go along—give him something so you could keep working on your own projects?” Fisher thought he knew the answer to this question, but he wanted Lucchesi to verbalize it so the man’s moral compass
called Grimsdóttir with an update. “Hansen and his team are due into Odessa at ten tonight. He’ll check in when they change planes in Frankfurt.” “Keep it vague. Tell them you’re running down Ivanov’s particulars. I need to get a look at the warehouse first.” “Got it. Sam, have you given any thought to the worst-case scenario?” Fisher chuckled. “Grim, look what I’ve been doing for the past year and a half. You’re going to have to be a little more specific.” “I mean Hansen. What if he doesn’t
Fisher peeked through the door, then pulled back and said to Gillespie, “Zahm’s at the far end of the room with his last two men. They’re standing at the mouth of the middle blast funnel. Right inside the door there’s a double row of workbenches running down the right hand wall. Keep your eyes sharp for Ames. He’s hiding somewhere. Ready?” She nodded. Fisher eased back to the door, lifted the Groza, and braced the barrel against the jamb. He nodded. Hunched over, Gillespie stepped around him