(Sam starts behind an alley along with Frances Coen parked nearby with her van.)
Irvin Lambert: (Radio) Your contact is in place. Our man in Burma. Or Myanmar.
Sam Fisher: Whatever. Where do I find him?
Lambert: A rooftop a few blocks from the embassy. Says he's under a large red sign. He'll respond to the phrase, 'a bright cold day in April'.
Lambert: We've updated your OpSat. To be clear: if you kill anybody, this mission's over. If you slip up this one...
Sam: I'll find a fallout shelter and learn some prayers.
Lambert: I'm glad you understand. Be good.
(If Sam talks to Frances)
Frances Coen: Ok, pal, we're here. This is as close as we can safely get this vehicle. I can't overemphasize how sensitive this mission is. We can't have a single casualty.
Sam: Shouldn't be a problem.
Coen: Lambert will give you your position for our contact as you get closer. He said to get mobile to avoid detection.
Sam: I'll find you when the job's done.
Coen: Good luck.. And.. My condolence for lieutenant Wilkes. I understand he was good man.
Sam: I'll find you when the job's done.
(If Sam keeps talking to Coen)
Coen: I do hope we get along. Your profile at the fort said you wouldn't have trouble working with a woman.
Sam: It doesn't worry me. Don't bring up Wilkes again.
Coen: Ah, sure.. Sure.. Good luck.
(Sam proceeds to walk near a dead end of the alleyway and scaffolds onto the rubbish can and over the wall. He goes near the end of the alley way as Chinese military is patrolling the area. He sneaks by the streets, climbing up buildings and scaffolding to cross his way around undetected and reaches an open road he has to cross. Once on the other side, he goes to a manhole and descends down to the sewers. In the sewers, he follows the channel that leads around the corner. A squad of three Chinese soldiers are walking through the channel while chatting.)
Soldier1: ...We are not baiting them. We are fishing with dynamite.
Soldier2: Nuclear dynamite?
Soldier1: America is a big fish.
Soldier2: I hope the General has the nerve to follow this through.
Soldier1: The General would skin himself alive, for the empire.
Soldier3: And it's not wise to question him.
Soldier2: who's questioning? I've come this far. I would follow him to my grave.
Soldier1: I too would follow him to your grave.
Soldier3: Me too.
(The soldiers walk through the channel and to checking around the sides.)
Soldier2: The the Georgians are never stalling.
Soldier1: Nikoladze is a great man.
Soldier2: Yes, of course. But his deputies.
Soldier1: The Colonels.. I would do without.
Soldier3: What about Grinko?
Soldier2: He frightens me.
Soldier1: Me too.
Soldier3: The man has eyes like a reptile.
Soldier1: He is a good soldier. He'll make an excellent sacrifice.
Soldier3: I don't know.
(Soon the Soldiers end upon a curved path and stop to speak for a bit.)
Soldier3: I don't think we can beat the Americans.
Soldier2: But what about the Ark? What about the General's device? We've got..
Soldier1: Of course we can hurt them. But America has spread too far. We could never crush all the cells.
Soldier3: Not this again.
Soldier3: Tang's got this idea about fast food restaurants and amusement parks.
Soldier1: They have the American version of terrorist cells.
Soldier3: You know. Small, widely scattered, independent, high tech, coordinated propaganda centers.
Soldier2: Aren't you clever?
Soldier1: You will see. We can kill their soldiers and flatten their capitals. But we will never beat their hamburger stands.
Soldier3: This is why I hate being in patrol with Tang.
(The soldiers press forward as Sam moves along from behind. He reaches to a point where a hole leads to the surface and jumps up a ladder, then gets out from the manhole and out of soldier detection. Nearby there is a some scaffolding that Sam climbs and enters through a half built building. He finds a man in a suit, the contact under the large red sign.)
Sam: It's a bright cold day in April.
Agent: Good, good. Take this, Ok? *Hands him a data stick.* You late, but you here. OK, we need to do this quickly.
Sam: Go ahead.
Agent: That map will show you the General's office in the courtyard.
Sam: I thought it was the ambassadors office.
Agent: It was. But some Chinese General has been using it. You can see it for yourself. You get into the embassy grounds to the rear service entrance.
Sam: Is there a gate?
Agent: Yes, but a delivery truck will be pulling through shortly. You can sneak in past the truck. No problem. But you only have one chance at it.
Sam: Solid work.
Agent: I am very good at my job. Ok, bye bye.
(If Sam talks to him again.)
Sam: Who's this Chinese General?
Agent: I don't know. But he brought a whole battalion with him.
(If Sam talks to him more.)
Sam: What do the locals know?
Agent: It's not so good here. We learnt not to ask questions.
(If Sam keeps talking.)
Agent: Please go, the more we talk, the more danger.
(The contact steps aside as Sam walks past and rappels down the sign. He continues further down the streets and goes near another ladder to climb.)
Lambert: Word of caution, Fisher. That truck's going to be your only chance to get inside the embassy. Don't blow it.
Sam: Is there something going on I don't need to know?
Lambert: All you need to know is this: If you do find Nikolazde in there, be ready to scrabble. One wrong step could mean war. If anybody in the embassy triggers an alarm, we're pulling you out, the mission's over.
(Sam reaches the rear entrance with a guard post set up on the gate. A truck came in there to provide distraction.)
Driver: Hey, it's me again.
Guard: May I see your papers.
Driver: This is the seventh time tonight. Can't we give the papers a rest?
Guard: This protocol is coming directly from Feirong. Let me see your I.D. Thank you... Authorisation should only take a minute. *Some seconds later.* Very good, you're cleared. Have a goodnight.
(Sam heads around the gardens to the main area and notices the General sitting by the desk from the window. Sam uses his laser mic to intercepts his call.)
Kong Feirong: Give me three more days. The devices and the Ark in one and plain location. Of course the Ark. But you know the details. We need to strike together or we may or not strike at all.. Nikoladze, listen to me. We can still will reveal us. That is ridicules, how could they listen? That's paranoia, but fine, fine. Noo.. Fine. We will have a difficult decision. I will call you back from my car..
Lambert: Good lord, Fisher, that's General Kong Feirong.
Sam: Good lord, who's that?
Lambert: He was Chairman of China's central military commission until oh-one. Very high PLA muckamuck.
Sam: A Chinese General talking to Nikoladze isn't good news.
Lambert: Whatever he's is going to say when that conversation just became our biggest priority. Stay with him. Time to get invisible. Anybody so much as sees you the mission's over.
(Soon a limousine comes into view with Feirong on the back and Sam intercepts more chatter.)
Feirong: But the only thing I am worried about is eavesdropping. We are just the most stupid-able. Of course. How many times do I have to see you be rooted. You also believed your Kola Peninsula is untraceable. I understand I gotta take a war. Yes yes yes, I have been to many executions, but never Americans. Hold on a second. Driver, how long is Moue Tsoe Bo?
Limo Driver: Ten minutes, maybe more. But we will have to stir the police track on the way.
Feirong: No, it's not worth the trouble. I will just watch the broadcast like everyone else. Huhehehehe, yes, too true. Huhehehe. You are a wicked man, Mr. Nikoladze. I hope your performance goes well. Take care.
Lambert: They are going to execute the soldiers!
Sam: Sounds like it.
Lambert: You've got to stop them. Rendezvous with Coen, I'll forward her the coordinates for Mooke...
Sam: Mooke Tsoe Bo.
Sam: 'Auspicious hunting ground'.
Lambert: Damn straight. The time for subtlety is over. Rendezvous with Coen, she's waiting on the far side of the wall behind the gatehouse. I need to get this to the Joint Chiefs, see if it means war.
(Sam sneaks by the Embassy garden to a wall and climbs above it and out. Coen is waiting with her Van on side as Sam approaches her.)
Coen: Hop on the back, we gotta go. Grab hold of something!