He crushed the phone in his fist and melted into the alley.
“You’re going to nod once if you want to keep your tongue,” Sam whispered. Tom Clancys Splinter Cell Conviction
“Where is she?”
He grabbed a heavy glass ashtray from a side table. Tossed it to the far end of the room. It shattered. The guards turned, raised weapons. Sam moved in the opposite direction— toward Galliard —as the men fanned out toward the noise. He crushed the phone in his fist and melted into the alley
He cuffed Galliard to the chair, took the man’s phone, and slipped out the same way he came—through the dark, silent as a spent round. took the man’s phone