Splinter Cell: Traitor

Chapter 3

Abigail

SAFE HOUSE IN SERBIA

            I began to enter the commands into my OPSAT for it to trace the distress call.  I heard the clack of a gun and it was pointed at me.

            “If you try to contact Third Echelon, I will blow your head off,” he said.

            “Okay,” I said after hitting enter on the next command.  My screen read this.

COMMAND>BACKGROUND VIDEO TRANSMISSION>SITUATION ROOM>3E HQ

            I triangulated the signal and made sure it was transmitting before turning it around to face him with the location showing.

Grim

THIRD ECHELON SITUATION ROOM

            “Ma’am video transmission from request from Abigail Fisher,” one of the techs said.  I looked over at him. “Where would you like it?”

            “Put it on the main monitor,” I said.  The OPSAT was being held by one hand.  Abigail was typing on the screen and I read her tapping.

UNABLE TO SPEAK DIRECTLY TO YOU, DON’T SAY ANYTHING

            That was backspaced and another command sent.   She turned around to handed it off to a person.  A very familiar face filled the screen.  He examined the screen and his eyes flickered to the top corner.

            “Is there a video feed transmitting?” he asked.

            “Shit, he knows, cut the feed, shut it down!  Now!” I snapped the screen went to static.  I grabbed the sides of my head and breathed out.  This was not good.  He could want her for any number of reasons.  I looked back up at the static filled screen and down at the control pad in front of me.  I removed the static filled screen and replaced it with the information we had received from Delta Sly.

            “What the hell is he doing with Abigail?”

            “Ma’am, what exactly is Abigail’s purpose for being in Serbia?  There is nothing there,” a tech asked.

            “She accomplished her purpose, what he is doing in her safe house, I don’t know.  But I know I will be alerting Hansen to this.  He needs to get to her safe house ASAP.” I said and brought Hansen’s OPSAT on, sending a transmission request.  What I got back in response, scared me.

OPSAT TRANSMISSION REQUEST>DENIED>DISTRESS BEACON ACTIVE

            What the hell was going on in Serbia?

Hansen

HELL IF I KNEW WHERE I WAS

            I cracked my eyes open to find myself tied to wooden rafters over my head by a chain around my wrists.  I had been stripped down to my boxers and looked around.  I was alone, I could see my OPSAT, cell phone, and everything else sitting on the table on the other side of the room.   I could feel the strain in my shoulders, it wasn’t that bad, not yet anyway.

            “God, where am l?” I asked.  I looked around and rolled my head.

            I heard my OPSAT ding and I looked over at it.  I couldn’t grab it and look at it.  I heard a door open and looked over.  Two men walked in and over to me.

            “Okay, gentlemen, there is clearly a misunderstanding here, I mean we can talk this-”

            I was cut off by a fist slamming into my jaw.  My head snapped to the side and I rolled my jaw in pain. “Okay, that was uncalled for.  I have not even started resisting, hell you haven’t even asked a question yet.”