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He's Sam Fisher: 3rd Echelon exact operative. And while a shipment freighter loaded down with radioactive fabric is headed in the direction of the coast of the U.S., he has mins to disable the send - or die attempting.
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Displayed throughout his facemask used to be a HUD, or Heads-Up demonstrate. just like the exhibit projected onto the windscreen of a contemporary jet fighter, the faint eco-friendly overlay on his face masks informed him almost every thing he had to find out about his surroundings, together with a map of the river and the shipyard, his present place, the river’s intensity and temperature, and distance and bearing to his subsequent waypoint, which confirmed as a yellow arrow close to the higher fringe of his masks that modified place and size in response to his place. stick with the yellow brick arrow. determining most sensible the way to penetrate the shipyard’s Southgate Annex, some of the most safe yards at the japanese Seaboard, have been the best a part of his undertaking. Given the excessive point of base safety, an strategy via land was once a nonstarter, which had left just one different alternative: water. This applicable Fisher’s choice. His SEAL days had taught him to belief the water. Water was once security; water was once camouflage; water used to be anonymity. Norfolk Naval Shipyard is likely one of the busiest within the kingdom, servicing on any given day up to fifteen percentage of the U. S. Navy’s fleet. With seven thousand staff, acres, and sixty-nine creation structures, the shipyard used to be a powerful site—more so because it was once positioned 8 miles south of the Norfolk Naval Station right, within the southern department of the really quiet Elizabeth River. An hour past Fisher had parked his motor vehicle in a wooded parking zone overlooking the jap financial institution of the river, and waited until eventually a teenage couple in a steamed-up Ford Escort accomplished their enterprise and drove off. He’d then retrieved his duffel and walked a couple of hundred yards during the woods to the coastline, the place he become his rainy swimsuit, rebreather harness, masks, and fins, then slipped into the water. Now Fisher craned his head again, checking the outside for boats. It was once A. M. He’d visible nearly no site visitors, retailer for the occasional civilian motor cruiser returning domestic overdue after an afternoon of fishing within the Chesapeake. He finned upward and broke the skin, cautious to permit simply the higher half his masks to teach. To his correct, upriver, he might see vehicle headlights crossing the Jordan Bridge, which associated the western and japanese seashores. at once in entrance of him, 440 yards around the water, the shipyard’s Southgate Annex used to be brightly lit via sodium-vapor lighting fixtures. Fisher counted ten ships of assorted sizes, from frigates to fridge ships, moored on the piers, and right here and there he might see the flicker of welding torches. A loudspeaker crackled to existence and a voice made an annoucement, too distorted for Fisher to listen to. so long as the message wasn’t “Intruder within the water,” he didn’t care. South of the most line of piers used to be a row of 5 man-made inlets, each one lined by way of a hangarlike constitution fronted via a big rolling door huge adequate to deal with warships as huge as cruisers. those have been the annex’s safe docks, or sheds, numbered one via 5. The Trego have been towed into safe Shed 4, 5 being the final within the line.