As he sat there in the AC duct, Lambart came over. "Fisher, you need to scan some TCC codes on the ammunition crates.", Colonel George Lambart said, Leader of the Third Echelon. "I'm going.", Fisher said as he unscrewed the duct. He hung by his knees and activated the goggles. There, he thought. He climbed up and silently, climbed down. He slowly crawled over to the Guard on duty and he got close. Close enough to smell the aftershave on him. He stood up and put him in a headlock with the gun to his head.
"What do you know?"
"N-N-Nothing, I-I swear."
"Do you wanna die?"
"NO, NO PLEASE."
"Then talk or I will throw you off this boat into the unforgiving sea."
"Ok I know something. Juarez. Carlos Juarez. He is on this boat. He is the one who wanted the shipment sent in the first place."
"Ok. Thanks."
"You're not gonna kill me, are you?"
"Only if you say monkey."
"But I didn't."
"Well, you answered your own question.", Fisher said as he hit the terrorist in the head with the butt of his gun. He was unconcious. He dragged the limp body over to a dark area with some gas tanks. Fisher started slowly crouching and walking to the door across the room. As he approached it, he heard words.
"I'm sorry. I thought we were going somewhere less protected.."
"YOU FOOL. YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF HIDING THE GUNS ELSEWHERE. NOW THE DEMOCRATIC PIGS WILL TAKE THEM."
"But I wa-"
He was cut silent by a silenced pistol shot. He was dead. Fisher heard the mad figure walk to the door. Fisher was quick and deactivated the lights. He took the darkness opportunity to jump over the railing. He held on to the ledge as he started dropping and waited. The mad figure walked to a railing next to him and lit a cigarrette. Fisher slowly, hand in hand moved over to the figure. As the figure took a drag, Fisher jumped up and dragged the guard down and dropped him into the sea. Fisher climbed up and was standing. The cigarrette was on the ground. You would have died, anyway, he thought as he put out the cigarrette and went back to the door. He turned the knob and entered the room. Inside were 2 computers and a small table with a finished meal on it. He walked over to the computer and started typing. He was hacking the system to figure out where the ammo crates where. AH HA, he thought. The crates were stashed in an empty gas tank at the bottom. He slowly got up and walked to the door again. He walked out of the room and headed for the Bridge stairs that went to the bottom floors to find those crates and scan the codes.
Fisher started silently walking to the stairs. He knew their were guards near the bottom, guarding the guns. He would have to be really stealthy. And that's when Lambart came over.
"I see you found where they are."
"Of course."
"Good, Fisher. I'm gonna connect you over to Grimmsdottir.
"Hello, Sam.", Sarah Grimsdottir said, the technological leader of Third Echelon.
"Hey, Grim."
"Listen, there is a way to reach the tanks."
"I'm listening."
"2 floors down, there is a small A. C. duct on the ground. Crawl through it and it takes you to the captains quarters. Directly across from the room is a hidden door that leads directly into the tanks. They must use the door to load the guns."
"Figures. Commies are smarter than you think."
"I know. Oh and there are some lasers in the captains quarters. Try deactivating them if you can. If not, you may have to find another way to the hidden door."
"Ok. Thanks, Grim."
"Anytime."
Sam started slowly walking over to the stairwell. He overheard some guards.
"I know there is a intruder but Carlos will kill us if he finds out there is a intruder on board."
"Well, We have to find him and kill him, then."
Sam overheard and deactivated the lights with the scrambler. The guards jumped but they didn't hear a gunshot so they figured it was a bad bulb. They thought nothing of it and started another conversation about some movie coming out soon. Sam took advantage of this and climbed up onto a ceiling water pipe. Crawling hand in hand, he crawled over one guard, moved right behind him and dropped, holding on by his knees. He took out his knife and stabbed him in the head. He was dead instantly and collapsed. The other guard started walkuing around, wondering why his comrade had stopped talking. While Sam was still hanging, he took out his silenced pistol and aimed right between the terrorist's eyes. He fired a round and the guard collapsed. He was dead after about a minute from loss of blood. Sam dropped down but this time on his feet and kept walking. He went down one more floor and saw the duct but it was closed by cement.
"Grim, the AC duct is blocked. Any suggestions?"
"Ummmm. There is a door down stairs but the next floor is fileld with guards. Be creative and do something."
"Will do."
Sam crawled down the stairs and there were 4 guards. Crap, he thought to himself, I gotta think. Suddenly, he got it. One of the guards had drank a soda and left the can on the ground. Sam grabbed the can and threw it up the stairs. He then jumped over the railing and held on. 3 guards heard it and were curious. They walked up the stairs, looking around and dissapeared around the stairwell. Sam climbed up and walked over to the remaining guard and snuck behind him. He grabbed him and started interrogating.
"Talk to me or talk to the sea."
"Fuck you, American pig."
Sam took himover to the railing and threw him over the railing BUT he grabbed one of his ankles.
"Now talk."
"O-O-OK. TH-THE DOOR P-P-PASSCODE IS 82930. JUST PLEASE."
"Thanks. Later."
Sam dropped him overboard and grabbed a nearby life jacket. He threw it down to him. He doubted the guard would stay alive long. Landing had broken his leg and he was bleeding. Several Meters away,Dorsal fins started surfacing. Sam turned around and ignored what was gonna happen. He walked over to the door and saw it was Key guarded. He saw the Key enterer and entered the code. he green confirmed light blinked and Sam opened the door to the Ship's main Hallway.
