CIA HQCutscene

[Over the Atlantic Ocean, October 30th, 2004 17:11 hours]

Sam, Wilkes and Grimsdottir are aboard the Osprey. Grim is using the laptop recovered from the oil rig, while Wilkes is trying to connect to Sarah.

FISHER: How much longer is this gonna take?

WILKES: Your daughter's on the line. Just running the encryption.

GRIMSDOTTIR: Black hell!

FISHER: What’s up, Grim?

GRIMSDOTTIR: The data you cloned off the rig! There's no way the Georgians could've gotten this much intel without a man inside the CIA.

WILKES: Fisher, you’re up!

Sam takes the phone from Wilkes.

SARAH: Dad?

FISHER: Sarah. Hi.

SARAH: Where are you?
[Version One]

FISHER: On my way home.

SARAH: I thought you were gonna call last week.

FISHER: Something came up. I'm... sorry.

SARAH: That's alright. Were you in Georgia?

[Version Two]

The power in the Osprey abruptly cuts off. Wilkes gives Sam a concerned look.

[Both Versions]

FISHER: Honey, you know I can't answer that.

SARAH: Yeah, I know. I was just watching it on T- ah!

The line abruptly cuts off.

FISHER: Sarah? Sarah!

The pilots lose control of the Osprey and it violently swerves from side to side.
FISHER: Grimsdottir! Wilkes! Are you okay?

GRIMSDOTTIR: I think so...

Sam helps Wilkes up off the floor.

PILOT: Hope everybody's alright back there! We just had a faulty collision warning. I've never seen anything like it. The entire herd went haywire.

[Version One]

FISHER: Anybody have a line back to Third Echelon?

LAMBERT: *through Sam's earpiece* I'm here, Fisher.

[Version Two]

Lambert appears on a television screen in front of Fisher.

FISHER: What the hell’s going on?!

LAMBERT: Nikoladze just declared war on the US.

FISHER: What?!

LAMBERT: The Georgians hit our communications, transportation, power grids, we still don’t know how extensive the damage is.
FISHER: What's our defense? What are we doing?

LAMBERT: What do we have? Nikoladze caught us with our pants down. All we’ve got is the laptop you pulled off the oil rig.

FISHER: My daughter...

LAMBERT: I know, I know. I've got people heading over there. This whole country's a mess.

FISHER: I need to see Sarah.

LAMBERT: You know what you need to do. We're helpless until we find Nikoladze. You’re heading for the CIA. Your mission just became critical.

[Version Two]

WILKES: No sweat, man. We got a better way in this time.

Wilkes opens up a briefcase that is full of fake IDs.

WILKES: CIA... CIA... Ha!

He picks out a CIA ID card.

WILKES: CIA.

[Both Versions]

News

[October 30th, 2004]

ODELL: Failure at the Red Bear Army Community Hospital in Mississippi resulted in 17 deaths and over 30 injuries. Both county electricity and backup generators were destroyed, leaving...

Cut

ODELL: ...military train traveling to north of Virginia collided with a commuter rail line after an apparent failure of it's automated rooting system. US military has not released the contents of the train's cargo, though federal authorities have evacuated a 20-mile radius surrounding the wreckage.

Cut

ODELL: ...though no official death toll has been given, initial reports indicate the deaths of over 40 enlisted men. Potential civilian casualties are believed to be much lower.

GENERAL: Newspapers talking about cyber terrorism, information crisis, information warfare. Call it what you will, but realize that no American is safe until we mobilize our army.

Cut

ODELL: Rescue workers, their information grid entirely disabled, were unable to respond to the crash for nearly an hour. Injuries became fatalities, as...

Cut

ODELL: ...to Kombayn Nikoladze, the Georgian president still in hiding. Though his first wave of cyber terrorism focused on military targets, intelligence proposes that a large scale civilian target could just as easily...

Cut

BOWERS: We have faced terror before and triumphed. I promise here to the American people that we will triumph again. Earth is too small a place for the perpetrators of these acts to hide. The United States and her allies will enact a justice that is *the picture begins to deteriorate* swift, cruel, and absolute.

[Version One]

In game

Fisher is outside the CIA building. It is night-time and raining.

LAMBERT: Time to get to work, Fisher. Let me reiterate: We cannot afford any casualties. The NSA doesn't operate in the U.S. We don't spy on other agencies.

FISHER: I'm not here.

LAMBERT: That's right. You've lost existence privileges until this mission's over. We've synced a timer on your OpSat to a pause in the ventilation system fans. You'll have a limited window of opportunity to use it for insertion.

As Sam sneaks towards the building, he sees two security guards in conversation with a truck driver.

SECURITY: We got to follow the books Martivar.

The driver goes into a brace position as the guards search him.

MARTIVAR: I've got a lot of work I could be doing.

SECURITY: Just a few more minutes.

MARTIVAR: Who was it that fingered me?

SECURITY: Be reasonable, man.

MARTIVAR: Of course. You can't tell me.

SECURITY: It's regulations.

MARTIVAR: I hope you're not wasting my time for having an Arabic grandmother.

SECURITY: That's ridiculous!

MARTIVAR: Is it? Guess what guys, I'm Islamic. Oooga booga booga.

SECURITY: Give it a rest.

MARTIVAR: Whatever.

Sam goes through the paused fans and drops into the lobby, unless the timer runs out, when:

LAMBERT: Dang. You're gonna have to find some way besides the AC vent to get inside. The fan just kicked back in.

Sam heads through the lobby, bypassing the metal scanners and into the next room.

GUARD 1: Are you going to be staying at the hospital?... You mean when she wakes up. Listen thanks for coming in. I know the last thing you wanna be doing at the time like this is answering questions... We couldn't assume it was a coincidence. Thanks for your understanding, let me know if there's anything more we can do.

Sam heads towards the elevator and gets inside. He presses the button to send him up.

[Version Two]

Cutscene

Sam, wearing a white suit, walks undisguised through the CIA lobby, using the fake ID card to get past the guard. He gets into the lift and begins to unzip his suit as the doors close. The doors open again to reveal Sam in his Splinter Cell suit. He switches on his night vision goggles.

[Both Versions]

Sam reappears upstairs in a poorly-lit corridor.

LAMBERT: Just got word from our man inside, he says your SC-20K's in place. You can retrieve it in the storage room behind the generator backup.

FISHER: Goody.

LAMBERT: I'd be ignorant not to arm you, but keep it holstered. One agency fatality means the mission's over.

Sam goes along the corridor and sees two CIA men talking.

AGENT: Good, it's not ideal, but it looks like we are covered.

GUARD 2: Like I said, this is tight as security gets, unless congress admits we can't run this place on pocket change.

AGENT: You said it wasn't critical.

GUARD 2: It's not, I think we can maintain.

AGENT: You're sure?

GUARD 2: I...Yeah, I'm sure. I'm just tired.

AGENT: Overtime?

GUARD 2: I'm on hour fifteen.

AGENT: It's a crisis, man. Crunch time.

GUARD 2: Meaning I got to get back to it.

AGENT: I'll see you around.

Sam goes into a room and subdues the agent in there. The data stick the player obtains contains a keypad code, which is used for the next door on the other side of the corridor.

P.A.: Due to recent events, all security will remain at level 3 patrol until further notice.

Sam goes through the door into a storage room. The CIA archives director struggles to recite a series of numbers.

ARCHIVIST: OK. 0J-8675307, 0J-8675308, 0J-8676..3.. Hold up. Aw, man... OK. 0J-8675305, 0J-8675306, 0J-8675307...

Sam bypasses the agents and makes his way to a smaller storage room, where he picks up the SC-20K and some sticky shockers and airfoil rounds. He then goes through the door to the next section.

Part two

Sam is in another similarly dark corridor. Another agent is on the phone in front of him.

AGENT 2: Yeah, I guess. Do you know anybody who was hurt? Man.

As Sam nears the server room, Lambert speaks through his radio.

LAMBERT: Fisher, GPS shows you within sight of the server. Grimsdottir's standing by, she'll be ready to trace the leak soon as you can get access.

Sam sneaks through the glass automatic doors and uses a keypad code to get into the server room. He takes out the camera and begins to operate the computer.

FISHER: All right, Lambert, we're in.

LAMBERT: Good. Grim?

GRIMSDOTTIR: I'm inside. Just... there. The leak is a low security PC registered to one Mitchell Dougherty.

LAMBERT: Great. Dougherty's PC is your new objective, Fisher. I'll upload the details to your OpSat.

Sam leaves the server room and heads further down the hall.

P.A.: Please note there is no longer a smoking session in the cafeteria. All smoking is restricted to designated smoking terraces on the fifth floor.

P.A.: Terminal access will be restricted to users and administrators until further notification.

Sam bypasses more metal scanners and makes his way downstairs. He enters the next room through the keypad-locked door. He finds himself outside a turret-testing room.

CHARLIE: Well tell Clarence I'm gonna have his ass and his badge for this! B- Because I'm looking at agency photographs of Red Bear on TV! Find out what agency media the press has, anything they haven't shown yet get back before they do. I- I don't know, I don't care! Fix it!

If the agent is cut off:

PHONE: Hello? Charlie? He- Hello? Hey, can you hear me? I- I'm hanging up. Try calling me back.

Sam continues into the next room and gets into an elevator.

Part three

LAMBERT: I just sent you Dougherty's file. He's in Information Retrieval, office 508.

FISHER: What do I do with Dougherty?

LAMBERT: Stay out of his way for now. We'll get back to you when we find more on him.

Sam goes into a data processing room and overhears two agents having a conversation.

AGENT 3: We found traces of the media in a secure data forwarding service in Holland, another in Bangkok, three in Canada.

AGENT 4: Any order?

AGENT 3: No.

AGENT 4: Take it back. Turn up the volume.

KOMBAYN NIKOLADZE: *on the recording* The foolish avarice and arrogance of a nation that still believes there is such a thing as a world superpower.

AGENT 4: Take it back to believes.

AGENT 3: What, the chain sound?

NIKOLADZE: A nation that still believes there is...

AGENT 4: No, it's like a moaning in the background.

NiIKOLADZE: *rewind* That still believes there is a...

AGENT 4: You hear that?

NIKOLADZE: That still believes...

AGENT 3: I don't hear it.

NIKOLADZE: *high pitched, faster That still believes...

AGENT 3: I honestly don't hear tha.. I think there's a chain rattling around the key sound.

AGENT 4: Let me check this with the media people.

AGENT 3: Alright, I'll be here.

Sam goes through a few more corridors and makes it to Dougherty's office, where he accesses his computer.

LAMBERT: Great work, Fisher. How're we doing, Grim?

GRIMSDOTTIR: Working on it. Very clever back door, this looks like Philip Masse's work. Bouncing to a server... "Servkalina_Va." Which is... the Kalinatek Building in... Oh black hell. Somebody spotted me. They shut down...

LAMBERT: We'll call back...

LAMBERT: Fisher, we're gonna need you to bag Dougherty.

FISHER: What happened with Grimsdottir?

LAMBERT: We'll worry about that, you worry about Dougherty. Wait for him to take a smoke break, it'll make grabbing him easier. Details on your OpSat.

If Dougherty is alerted or knocked out before he reaches the smoking lounge:

LAMBERT: What are you doing, Fisher? He was headed in the right direction. Now you're gonna have to carry him all the way to the truck.

Sam enters a lecture theatre, where a man is speaking.

LECTURER: ...meaning we have three points of attack. Two transformers coming from the county electric supply and the backup generator. Agent Marks has been trying to sell us on the idea of electrostatic fuel bombs, but the blast radius doesn't figure. A logic bomb activated in the hospital's archival systems seventy hours earlier, approximately 10 PM on the 28th of October, effectively wiped out our chances of tracing the attack digitally. However, we do know how they gained access to the transformers. These are hospital security access codes. The only parties who have these codes, are hospital directors and us. If these codes came form CIA files, then... Excuse me... *Talks to his phone* Yeah? Yeah, I'm telling them about it now. Oh, hold on a second. *To the crowd* Umm, I'm gonna be a few minutes if you guys want to take a break... *On his phone again* Alright, I'm back.

Sam leaves the theatre and passes the break room, where Dougherty is talking to a colleague.

DOUGHERTY: Oh man, that's rough, dawg.

AGENT 5: Yeah, like on the train.

DOUGHERTY: She alright?

AGENT 5: She's fine. But it was close. I mean, she says she saw bodies.

DOUGHERTY: Hey, careful with your coffee.

AGENT 5: So, now my whole family's spooked. My wife doesn't want to send the kids to school tomorrow.

DOUGHERTY: You spilled your coffee.

AGENT 5: Christ! In fact I'm supposed to call her... eeh, I gotta run.

DOUGHERTY: Alright, I'm going for a smoke. You gonna be around later?

AGENT 5: No, I'm taking off.

DOUGHERTY: Hey, you spilled coffee. Somebody's gonna have to clean that up.

AGENT 5: I got to run, Mitch. Take it easy.

Dougherty goes into the smoking room. Sam sneaks up on him and knocks him out.

LAMBERT: Jr. Wilkes is in position for extraction. He's with Special Agent Baxter, an interrogations expert. They've got a disappearance trick parked in the back.

Part four

Sam picks up Dougherty and sets out out of the smoker's lounge and down the steps.

LAMBERT: I've got another complication for you. Some CIA security dick is chatting up Jr. Wilkes and Baxter.

FISHER: How were they spotted?

LAMBERT: They weren't hiding. NSA presence on Langley is completely legit.

FISHER: Hm... The only problem is me and Dougherty.

LAMBERT: Right. A SIGINT ninja with an unconscious bureaucrat on his shoulder is less than copacetic, so don't let him see you.

Sam carries Dougherty through a room and out to the car-park, bypassing a number of guards in the process. He spots Wilkes and Baxter talking to a security guard.

SECURITY 2: You mean you actually deal with humans sometimes?

WILKES: Rarely, but yeah.

SECURITY 2: Awesome. so ah... what do you use?

BAXTER: I don't understand the question.

SECURITY 2: You know.. what kind of drugs do you use?

BAXTER: I'm clean.

WILKES: I think he means for interrogations. For getting people to talk.

BAXTER: Right... ah... I like barbiturates. There's no such thing as a truth serum, but barbiturates are pretty good.

SECURITY 2: What, like reds and blues?

WILKES: What's that stuff? Pento... something.

BAXTER: Pentobarbital? That's a good one. Of course, people don't reveal anything useful while they're under the influence. They babble, they fantasize, but when they regain sobriety, they think they gave everything away while high. Then they'll give you everything, because they think you've already got it.

SECURITY 2: Wow, that's creepy.

BAXTER: Yeah.

Sam grabs or knocks out the security guard, one or more of the following lines is said:

WILKES: You doing all right?

WILKES: Oh, thank god. I thought he'd never go away.

BAXTER: This our friend?

WILKES: That's the man.

If Sam doesn't have Dougherty:

WILKES: Where's Dougherty?

FISHER: I still have to get him.

BAXTER: We need to move quick.

WILKES: Lambert's freaking out about this Kalinatek thing.

FISHER: I'll get him.

BAXTER: We're not going anywhere until you give me Dougherty

If Sam has Dougherty:

FISHER: Pleased to meet you.

BAXTER: And that must be Dougherty.

FISHER: He's all yours.

Sam lays Dougherty on the floor in front of the Van.

WILKES: Did Lambert tell you about Sarah?

FISHER: No.

WILKES: She's fine. The blackout spooked her, but she's completely alright.

FISHER: Ah.

WILKES: Don't get too emotional. Let's get out of here.

FISHER: Thanks, Wilkes.

Mission complete