Sam Fisher- RAF to Chest

  The man turned toward Fisher. He went still. His body tensed. He cocked his head, obviously seeing something in the dim light, but not sure what. His hand drifted toward the hip holster.

  Fisher fired. The SC-20 coughed, a barely perceptible thwump.

  The RAF struck high on the man's sternum. He crumpled, unconscious before he hit the deck. Fisher trotted forward and knelt down beside the man. He felt for a pulse; it was strong and steady. While classified as an LTL weapon, a ring airfoil projectile had a punch to it, and Fisher had seen it kill men, usually from a lung clot.

  He unholstered the guard's Colt, ejected the magazine, and hid it inside a pipe bundle near the ceiling, then reholstered the gun. If things went to hell, this would be one less gun shooting at him.

  He found a dark corner for the guard's body, covered it with a few scraps of discarded cardboard he found nearby, then pulled the man's hood back in place and fired a dart into the man's thigh for good measure.

- Checkmate, Chapter 9