(Sam Fisher finds himself handcuffed to a pole, and has to pick the lock on one of the cuffs to free himself)
(Sam and Irving Lambert exit the simulation room)
Irving Lambert: It wasn't your day.
Sam: Well, I wasn't very good in simulation.
Lambert: The NSA just called me. We have a problem in East Timor.
Sam: What kind of problem?
Lambert: A big one.
(The two of them enter a room where a holographic screen showing the situation at the American Embassy in East Timor pops up. Suhadi Sadono cocks his gun and executes a hostage, before looking in Sam's direction. The screen then cuts to Douglas Shetland, who is among the hostages. The expression on Sam's face suddenly changes and he puts his hand on the screen, showing obvious concern for his friend.)
Sam: What is Douglas doing there?
Lambert: That's exactly what you have to find out, Sam.
(Sam begins from the Dili sea front, scaling through wooden docks out of the water.)
Lambert: Fisher. Welcome back to the front.
(If Sam remains in the water)
Lambert: What are you doing, Fisher?
Sam: Heading out to sea.
(If Sam still remains in the water)
Lambert: What the hell are you doing?
Sam: Trying to convince you it's time to let me retire.
Lambert: That's not funny.
(If Sam delays even further)
Lambert: This is not amusing. You're carelessly putting lives at risk. Get back to shore, Fisher. You've got a mission.
(while Sam is on the move.)
Lambert: Let's talk about stealth. Your gun should always be a last resort. Invisibility is your best weapon. We've got a network of photocells in your outfit connected to a visibility meter on your OpSat. If the meter is at three, you're lit up like Time square.
(Sam ziplines and shimmies his way through the docks and into Dili soil, amongst the village huts. Sam climbs on a hut and through the trapdoor down.)
Lambert: Before you infiltrate the embassy, let me reintroduce D.P. Brunton, our inter-agency consultant. He's got an update for the mission.
Dermont P. Brunton: I'll keep it brief. I'm sure you know, I'm excited to be part of the team. The Joint Chiefs want this mission kept non-lethal and alarms flat zero. We can't endanger the hostages.
Sam: Understood. And with some due respect, leave anything Lambert can say to Lambert. I don't want the voices in my head become a crowd.
Lambert: Get inside the embassy. This situation is delicate and largely unknown.
(Sam traverse through the village buildings trying his technique of stealth, platforming, interacting with environment. He then reaches near an unaware guerrilla.)
Anna Grimsdottir: (PS exclusive) You have no choice. Knock out the guard and don't forget to hide his body to avoid a full alert.
(He then reaches an area with a cluster of mines.)
Sam: (PS exclusive) Landmines might spoil my... sweet disposition.
Grim: (PS exclusive) Heaven Forbid. Fisher, activate your thermal to spot the mines.
In the end he reached a building and half-split jumped his way up and lead himself to a view of the embassy.)
Lambert: Grim's found you a back door.
Grim: Avoid the main gate at all cost. Blueprints show an ornamental stream beneath the entrance. Looks like a viable way in.
Lambert: A little wet's better than a little dead. That's streams your way in, even if it means moving slowly to minimize your noise level.
(Sam drops down from the building and to the embassy entrance grounds.)
Lambert: Fisher, be careful. This village is a walk in the park compared to what needs to be done inside the embassy.
(Sam sneaks through the stream while moving across the embassy and goes towards the side of the building's walls. A few huts are there and one guard sitting on a crate. Soon shots are heard in the embassy.)
Grim: The situation is getting worse in the embassy. They seem to be killing hostages now.
Sam: (PS exclusive) They seem, or they do?
(Sam approaches the guerilla sitting on the box.)
Sam: I've got a man on my way, Lambert. How flexible is my zero fatality mandate?
Lambert: As a rock. In fact, we want you to make a new friend. From your on-boards that man looks like one of Sadono's lieutenants. Interrogate him. Find out what he knows about Sadono's defense parameters. The chatter we're sifting sounds bad but lacks specifics. Details on your OpSat.
(Sam grabs the lieutenant and interrogates him.)
Sam: I need information.
Guerilla Lieutenant: I... I don't speak English.
Sam: I'd be willing to bet your neck that you do.
Guerilla Lieutenant: I know a little English.
Sam: Good to hear. I'm going inside to meet your friends. Anything I need to worry about?
Guerilla Lieutenant: They've have guns.
Sam: *sarcastically* I'm shocked and amazed. What else?
Guerilla Lieutenant: My men planted the mines on our way out. We had to escort... to defend the village.
Sam: Escort who?
Guerilla Lieutenant: Nothing.
Sam: Escort who!?
Guerilla Lieutenant: *Strain* Nobody! I made a mistake.
Sam: ESCORT WHO!?
Guerilla Lieutenant: *Strain* I don't know his name! Somebody important to Sadono! He's got an American accent and one of his legs is fake! A bald man with dead eyes.
Sam: A fake leg?
Guerilla Lieutenant: Yes. Go ahead and kill me, that's all I know.
(If Sam interrogates more.)
Guerilla Lieutenant: Go ahead and kill me, that's all I know.
(Sam subdues the lieutenant and hears a voice inside the hut nearby.)
Guerilla: Vallon, you there? Got some light? Vallon, you hear me?
(A guerilla leaves the hut to investigate as Sam sneaks by to enter the Embassy walls. While inside the Embassy grounds.)
Sam: Flash notes confirmed there was a hostage situation. Indonesian militants.
Lambert: Yeah but the hostages are someone else's game. You're here for information, and especially the information held by Douglas.
Lambert: Shetland's your objective. We need to know how much data was lost.
(Sam wall-to-wall sneaks through the building's balcony to avoid contact by over-watch guerillas. He reaches a point where Sadono is interrogating a hostage with a lieutenant beside him.)
Lambert: Freeze, Fisher. Not a muscle. Sadono is right on top of you. If he sees you, this mission is over.
Hostage: But why me.. ah... I didn't see anything.
Sadono: But did you hear something?
Hostage: No... Just 'Pandora Tomorrow'... and a lot of gibberish.
Hostage: I couldn't understand any of it.
Sadono: Give me your bonds.
Hostage: I... thank you, thank you.
(Sadono executes him and goes to his Lieutenant.)
Sadono: Is Shetland safely separated from the others?
Guerrila Lieutenant: Absolutely. Kim doesn't open the door unless I radio in. We should break his fingers if we want him to talk.
Sadono: Yes, maybe... but do it quietly.... and slowly.
(Sadono leaves and Sam goes to the far side of the balcony to enter a room where Kim is torturing Shetland.)
Kim: Talk damn you, where is it?
Kim: I only have to keep you alive, I don't have to keep you comfortable. Don't tempt me.
Kim: Idiot, where is the disc, give it to me.
(Sam subdues him and talks to Shetland.)
Sam: Douglas. It's been a while.
Douglas Shetland: Fisher? My god man, you're getting old.
Sam: You still in one piece?
Shetland: Where are the rest of the Seals?
Sam: I'm working alone. Haven't been Navy for a decade.
Shetland: Then who're you with?
Sam: I'm here on damage control, just came to smash a computer.
Shetland: Thank god. Or should I say the CIA?
Sam: Keep guessing.
Shetland: I tried to destroy it... but who knows how much data they were able to pull down. I've consulted on security for targets all over the world. Who do you work for? Delta?
Sam: No. Staying Anonymous.
Shetland: Uh-huh. Maybe you've got a use for this storage device I pulled off the guerrilla I killed.
Sam: Thanks. How'd you hide it from your guard?
Shetland: Just wash your hands when you're done with it.
(Sam receives an SD card and inserts it into his mobile device and a body text appears.)
Grim: It was PGP encrypted, easy stuff.
Lambert: For all the good it did us, the body text is gibberish. Brunton thinks it's a regional Indonesian dialect. We're looking for a translator.
Grim: But we've got the sender's alias. Mortified_Penguin, and four words on the body text: Red Beard, Saulnier, and Springfield.
Brunton: My CIA people came through. The dialect is Timorese Mambae. There's an agency bureaucrat working in the embassy, an Indonesian linguist, a woman named Karlthson.
Lambert: First name: Ingrid. She's being held in a tower off the garden behind the embassy grounds. Grim's working on a way to contact her without alerting her guard. Karlthson is your next objective. Details on your OpSat.
(Sam moves away from Shetland going around the upper floors of the Embassy that crawl with hostages and guerrillas. Some of the hostages are groaning and say.)
Random Hostage: Don't shoot, I'm American.
(He explores around the quarters and heads down to the main entrance, left in disarray, to the back gardens where spotlight is moving around and two turrets on both pathways blocking Sam's path. A sniper is watching with night vision while Ingrid uses a torch to draw Sam's attention.)
Lambert: (PS exclusive) Freeze Fisher, I'm getting you information. Grimsdottir thinks she's got through to Ingrid, There's a guard near her, but she was able to snag a flashlight. She is on the right window, on the second floor.
Lambert: You're not gonna like this.
Sam: Chance are...
Lambert: Security camera tap shows a lone guard overlooking to the next courtyard wearing night vision goggles.
Lambert: There's an automated searchlight they haven't shut down, should be blinding through night vision.
Sam: You're telling me to stay in the light?
Lambert: I said you wouldn't like it.
(Sam sneaks through the courtyard following Lambert's plan and scales up the building where Karlthson is and speaks to her.)
Ingrid Karlthson: You must be my blind date. I hope the bit with the flash-light helped.
Sam: It did, thanks.
Karlthson: I'm doing the best I can. This hasn't turned out to be the desk job I was hired for. I'm a word cruncher.
Sam: Word crunching is what I need. Look.
Karlthson: *Holds Sam's OpSat.* Nice PDA are you saving up for the color model?
Sam: Can you read it?
Karlthson: It's phonetical Mambae, not a native speaker, but fluent. Gives numbers for a meeting place. Forty eight, fifty seven, north. O three, O eight, east. Eighteen hours. The only reference to the location is Saulnier, that's not Mambae... It says they are only a few weeks for securing the uh... ingredients for the Springfield demonstration. And that's it, it's signed... Mortified_Penguin. 'Mortified Penguin'?
Sam: Your guess is as good as mine. But I wouldn't recommend guessing. And while you're at it, forget everything you've seen, heard, and said. You gonna be alright if I leave you here?
Karlthson: Would you stay if I said no?
Lambert: Well done, Fisher. There's a nice synchronicity between those coordinates and the name Saulnier. Both match a cryogenics lab in Paris.
Brunton: And we just got word from Delta. They're sending their boys in.
Lambert: Which means you're off the leash. Merry Christmas, Fisher. Shoot all the guerrillas you like. You have a quick exit downstairs at the base of the tower. Coen is waiting for you at the village.
Grim: The Osprey can't land in the village. Coen's afraid of being too good a target. Cut the power from all the spotlights in the village. They'll fly as low as possible to pick you up at the end of the pier.
(Sam leaves Karlthson and outside the window and rappels down to the village streets. He finds two spotlights where he climbs on a platform and shuts them down. He then rushes to the pier and on a boat. The Osprey is viewed in the deep dark horizon.)