Splinter Cell (Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell, Book 1)
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2010 Retail ePub
A continuing video-game tie-in novel series "created by" Tom Clancy, but written by various authors under the pseudonym David Michaels
In response to the growing use of sophisticated digital encryption to conceal potential threats to the United States, the National Security Agency has ushered forth the new dawn of intelligence-gathering techniques. The top-secret initiative is dubbed Third Echelon.
Its existence denied by the U.S. government, Third Echelon deploys a lone field operative. He is sharp, nearly invisible, and deadly. And he has the right to spy, steal, destroy, and assassinate to protect American freedoms.
His name is Sam Fisher. He is a Splinter Cell®.
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down the mountain roads. The car slows down considerably on an uphill incline. While northeastern Iran is also mountainous, it doesn’t compare to this part of Turkey. The Caucasus range is vast and the roads are not as well kept. I’m lucky that it isn’t winter, for then it would really be difficult. It can be bitterly cold and snowy between December and April, and I’m pushing it by being here at the very end of March. On the higher slopes there’s still a lot of snow and ice, and I’ve taken to
dish was covered, so she couldn’t see what it was. It smelled cooked, though, and that went a long way toward breaking down her defenses. Vlad set the tray on the floor by the cot and then sat in the chair. “You’d better eat, Princess. We are becoming very tired of your behavior.” “Go to hell,” she murmured. Vlad chuckled. “You still have spirit, eh, Princess? Even after not eating for so many hours? What is it now, two days? That’s nothing. Do you know how you’ll feel in a week? Me and Yuri,
smelled a rat. The man was an actor—after all, he’d been acting a part for the last twenty years. “Only a handful of people know about that place,” Zdrok said. “And I trust every one of them with my life. Except you.” “What are you saying? That I was somehow responsible for this?” “My friend, if you think you can get away with this, you are sorely mistaken.” “Andrei, it sounds to me as if we’re being set up. It was not me, I swear it.” “Oh? Is this the American agent you told me about, then?
One of them inserts a keycard, the doors open, and they go in. When the doors close, I run across the floor and use the stolen keycard to open them. I nearly gasp aloud when I see what’s on the other side. There’s a long ramp sloping to a brightly lit underground level that’s full of workers. I leap to the side, out of the doorway, and roll to a position behind a stack of crates. I think no one saw me. They’re all too busy, like worker bees preparing the nest for the honey harvest. From here,