Now the lie had a name: Black Arrow . A private military corp running off-the-books assassinations. And the man who could lead Sam to Reed was inside this penthouse. Lucius Galliard. Former CIA, now an information broker who thought he was untouchable.
Galliard’s eyes went wide. He nodded.
The main room was all glass and shadow, a panoramic view of D.C. below. Galliard sat in a leather wingback, reading a tablet. Two more guards flanked the doors, but they were lazy—watching the skyline, not the dark corners. Tom Clancys Splinter Cell Conviction
Sam used the sound of a distant helicopter to mask his footfalls. He slid behind a marble pillar. The Sonar Goggles were offline—too much risk of the glow giving him away. Instead, he counted heartbeats. His own. Theirs. Now the lie had a name: Black Arrow
The broker’s muffled voice came through Sam’s fingers. “G-grimsdottir. Anna Grimsdottir. Third Echelon. She’s gone rogue—Reed forced her to fake Sarah’s death file.” Lucius Galliard
And Sam Fisher had just struck it.
He left them alive. Barely.