"Good work, Sam," Irving Lambert’s voice crackled back from Third Echelon HQ. "Suhadi Sadono is playing a dangerous game. If those smallpox containers aren't neutralized, 'Pandora Tomorrow' becomes a reality. Find Douglas Shetland. He's our only lead to the encryption keys."
"Lambert, I'm inside," Sam whispered, his voice barely audible over the comms. "The Darah Dan Doa haven't noticed a thing yet." Soubor: Tom.Clancys.Splinter.Cell.Pandora.Tomor...
The data was secured. The location of the Paris cryogenic lab was confirmed. Sam vanished through a high ventilation shaft just as the embassy alarms began to wail, leaving nothing behind but a ghost in the machine and the faint scent of ozone. The hunt for the "Sacrificial Penguin" had officially begun. "Good work, Sam," Irving Lambert’s voice crackled back