Splinter Cell: Traitor

Chapter 10 SCT

Abigail

CEMETERY

                “I got Fisher,” Kimberly said slowly reaching for her pistol.  Loaded inside was a tranquilizer dart.  Fisher bent down and pulled a knife out and stuck it in the ground.  Running it along the edge of the sod, Kimberly and Nathan began walking towards him.  She appeared to be sobbing.  She extended the gun and fired as Fisher pulled the sod off.  A rifle shot went off and the dart buried into the grass as a bullet pinged off the headstone.  Kimberly cried out and grabbed her side.  She dropped the pistol to the grass and dropped to a knee.  The pfft sound of the silence pistol was lost in the rifle crack.

                I watched as my OPSAT instantly analyzed the shot and where it came from based on its sound and the echos.  I saw Fisher lay on his stomach and he keyed a code into the cache.  Opening the lid, he grabbed the duffle and took off running.  Nathan was holding Kimberly.

                “He’s running!” I said and started after him.  I wasn’t wearing a jacket or had a car door to hide my gear, so I was completely exposed.  Which meant that if a civilian saw me, I was blown.  Fisher jumped over a headstone and vanished.  I jumped over it and realized he had dropped into catacombs.  I flipped my trifocals down and toggled to night vision.  I was standing on top of the crushed remains of some persons ancestor.  I could see Fisher knelt down up ahead, he was rummaging through the duffel bag.

                “He’s got the full out load.  It was all in the duffel,” Nathan said.

                “What’s Kimberly’s status?” I asked into my SVT.  Which speaking into was a combination of ventriloquism and whispering.

                “The round grazed the pelvic bone.  It’s a flesh wound but there is a lot of blood.” Nathan said. “I am getting her out of here.”

                “Fisher’s in the catacombs.  He’s got trifocals.” I said and slowly walked up to him.  I stepped carefully.  He didn’t know I was here, not yet.  I slipped the SC-20K off my back and raised it.  I trained the sights on Fisher’s shoulder.

                “Don’t move Fisher,” I said.  His hand came up.  I put a RAF into his shoulder.  His arm blew back. “I said don’t move.”

                He had something in his hand.

                “Drop it!” I snapped.

                “With pleasure,” he said and let go of it.  A flash bang feel from his hand to the ground with the ring already pulled.  He turned and curled, covering his head and ears as the flash bang went off.  Eight million caldera of light exploded in the enclosed space of the catacombs accompanied by one hundred eighty decibals that assaulted my ears.  I dropped the rifle as my trifocals locked in a white out.  I ripped the trifocals off and dropped them.  I was grabbed around the neck and a knife placed to it.  Fisher dragged me along and into an area of the catacombs, where he put me on the ground and broke light sticks.

                I looked at him as I recovered my sight and hearing.  He pulled two photos out of his pocket and held them up.

                “I believe these belong to you,” he said.

                “Those are mine, give them back!” I snapped lunging for them.  He planted his boot on my stomach and pushed me onto my back.

                “If I burned them?” he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and held it up.

                “No!  That is the only photo I have of my parents!  Please!  Don’t!” I cried.