Tom.clancys.splinter.cell.pandora.tomor... - Soubor:

Sam waited, his heart rate steady at sixty beats per minute. He wasn't just a soldier; he was a scalpel. As Sadono turned to leave, Sam dropped silently behind the last guard, a gloved hand clamping over the man’s mouth while the other pulled him into the darkness.

Sam moved with feline grace, bypasssing a guard who was lighting a cigarette. He didn't kill; he didn't need to. A quick pipe-grab and a silent descent behind a stack of crates put him exactly where he needed to be. He reached the server room, the hum of cooling fans vibrating through his tactical suit. Soubor: Tom.Clancys.Splinter.Cell.Pandora.Tomor...

The heavy monsoon rain drummed against the corrugated metal roof of the Dili embassy, a rhythmic mask for Sam Fisher’s movements. He was a shadow within shadows, the three green dots of his multi-vision goggles the only evidence of his existence in the pitch-black corridor. Sam waited, his heart rate steady at sixty beats per minute