Intravenous

A LOVE LETTER TO EARLY SPLINTER CELL GAMES

You just entered the warehouse through the vent shaft as you hear voices from outside. They know you’re here. Someone must have tipped them off.

You continue to stay in the shadows. You shoot out lights, flip off circuit breakers and lockpick doors. You are a silent assassin.

You distract the guards by throwing bottles or imitating their wives voices. One by one you pick their lights out.

Fuck. You’ve been compromised. You shoot out t...