Splinter Cell

This is a rewrite of Chuck Vs. Splinter Cell

Hope you enjoy :)

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0500 Hrs (5 am)

He hated these need to know missions. So full of secrecy and suspense. It made him uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that didn't matter to the ones paying him. In fact he often wondered if they chose missions to get under his skin.

Just remember, this is for the kids... better life for them...

"David."

Instantly he was out of his head, back in the real world, "Yes, Alec."

His copilot was staring at him, "Just keeping you present.. last thing I need is for us to take an unexpected detour over the side of the road," the older mans voice muffled a laugh.

Their truck flew down the empty street, rattling as it hit every bump in the road. They had been driving for hours at this point, nothing but snowy hills and trees for miles.

"Watch the bumps. Not sure about you, but I'd rather not set off whatever's in the box in the back."

David turned towards Alec, "I'd hope it's not a bomb..."

"We both know it's something bad! Fuckers who dropped it off said that it was from the USA's special arsenal..."

The driver turned to his copilot, "Just... I don't want to think about it anymore... makes this job easier. Now, how close are we?"

Alec sighed, mumbling something before looking at the GPS, "Less than a minute. Should be around this corner."

Timing was perfect. As the man finished his sentence, a large militaresque compound came into view, matching the exact specification as the briefing document. Right down to the off putting yellow roof and the guards in the tiny gate house at the front of the compound. They pulled up to the gate, window down, documents in hand.

A guard approached, "Business?"

The driver passed him his documents, "Christmas comes early this year..."

The guards eyes widened a bit before nodding as he signaled for the gate to be opened. The thing about this place was that the compound was just a cover. The actual base was underground. They drove to entrance of the underground bunker, pulling into a parking space. They already had company, as 4 armed soldiers were waiting for them. All wore stoic faces, which warned of trouble.

"Lovely day hehe," laughed David nervously, climbing down from the drivers seat.

The older of the 4 men, clearly the leader, spoke, "Where is it?", no warmth was traceable in the voice.

"Blunt, I like it! It's in the back," interjected the drivers partner, "now what about our money? We risked our necks getting this stuff to your bosses, and we were promised a large reward-"

A gun shot cut him off, ripping through the night sky. Davis's eyes went wide, as his partner crumpled to his knees holding his stomach. Blood spewed through the gaps of his fingers, spattering all over the ground in front of him. Alec's face still held his signature little smile for a brief moment before it slowly dropped of his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but only managed a small choking noise. Another shot rang out and the pain was over. Lifeless, the driver watched as his partner hit the ground face first. The same gun barrel was then placed on David.

"Alright, get the equipment out of the back of your truck. I want no more discussion of money or anything else, is that understood?" the soldier threatened.

The driver gulped, nodding viciously. He moved slowly hopping into the back of the moving truck. He pushed the large box to the edge of the back where 4 soldiers assisted him in lowering it to the ground.

"Now," began the leader of the soldiers, "If everything's there... I'll shoot you in the head. Clean and painless death. But if one thing is out of place. I mean ONE. I'll have my men remove fingers and toes."

"I-I-I have kids," David croaked out, the pit of his stomach going numb, "I-I-I'll take no money, I'll take my family and leave the count-"

The leader fired his gun in the air, "Enough!", he sighed, "... I take no pleasure in this but begging will not change this."

David watched as the soldiers dragged the crate to the squad leader. All of their attentions were on the crate. If he wanted to escape, it was now. Pushing off, he began sprinting towards the drivers seat, only to be quickly apprehended and forced to his knees in front of the squad leader. A rifle smacked him in the side of the head, causing everything to spin.

"Alight then, done?" he mocked, picking up a crow bar, "I think that we'll remove a few fingers either way now."

The boxes lid was cracked open a bit, just enough for the soldier to get his fingers in the crack. The lid was pried open and tossed off the box. David saw a split second of confusion shoot on to the leaders face before-

Snap, snap, snap

Three suppressed shots tore through the leader, one hitting him in the forehead the others in the chest, causing him to crumple to the floor. His body twitched but he was long gone. A figure jumped out from the box dressed in a full white body suit wearing a white balaclava. Immediately he dropped to a crouch lifting his FN-Five seven into the air, snapping off three quick shots.

David watched paralyzed as all three shots connected with each of the men's foreheads. In a snap, the stranger looked over to his left, locking eyes with David. Lowering his weapon, he stood up, walking towards the driver. Reaching him, he knelt down to his level.

"Your welcome," he breathed, before delivering a sharp punch, knocking David unconscious.

The man stood up breathing softly. He looked at the carnage around him. Blood spatter across different parts of the snow. Body's lay in the snow, already partial covered in the fresh falling snow. His mission wasn't done though.

A female voice flooded into his ear though his sub-dermal implant, "Alright, lets get this party started. This is a panther operation. Remain undetected, and engage any armed personnel. Door to bunker opening..."

Looking to the left, he watched the door. It opened... after 5 minutes.

Watching the door open slowly, the stranger in white laughed, "Nice job Grim, tech skills shining through as usual. Care to open it even slower? Give me a chance to get a coffee?"

"Operative Barker's implants were last seen in this area. Intel has it at a 93% likely hood he's located in the bunker, most likely undergoing interrogation. Oh and fuck you... this is Communist Russia tech... not exactly user friendly."

He nodded, smirking under his mask, "What environments do I have to look forward to..."

"Close quarters. It's a soviet era bunker. They didn't really care for comfort... or lightening. Uploading to your OPSAT."

"Alright," he cracked his neck as he began walking towards the door, his wrist computer known as an OPSAT chiming as it received the schematics for the bunker, "Scramble their comms... and wish me luck."

Grim smiled, "Good luck... "

Readying his Combat Knife, he pulled his Night Vision goggles on as he descended into the darkness of the bunker.

"...Agent Bartowski."

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