Sam Fisher- Silicon Spray

  “Okay, stand by.” Fisher skulked his way around the corner, along the frozen earth behind the buildings, then reached the butcher shop’s rear door, whose tarnished brass handle and splintering wood around the knob were darkened by decades-old bloodstains. He slowly turned the knob, finding the door unlocked.

  When noise of any kind was your enemy, you always came prepared. From his breast pocket he withdrew a pen-sized bottle of silicone spray and doused the door’s hinges; the pump action was quiet enough to be dampened by the wind. He waited a few seconds more for the silicone to soak in.

  Now, clutching his Five-seveN in one hand, he eased open the door, which pulled effortlessly aside, then he moved in, becoming one with the darkness.

- Blacklist Aftermath, Chapter 13