Sam Fisher- Dazed Dart

  He walked back to Greenhorn's side. He removed a dart from the pistol, then bent over and scratched Greenhorn on the forearm. He stirred, then mumbled something, rubbed his arm, and started snoring again. The dose wasn't enough to render Greenhorn unconscious, but rather dazed and docile for a few minutes.

  Fisher gave the drug ten seconds to work, then removed his goggles and knelt beside the bed, one hand resting on the hilt of the Sykes Fairbairn sheathed on his calf. He lightly shook Greenhorn by the shoulder. "Mr. Greenhorn," he whispered. "Mr. Greenhorn, you need to wake up."
...

  "We have a phone call for you, Mr. Greenhorn. Come with me, please."

  Fisher helped him sit up, then stand up, then walked him out of the master bedroom, expertly frisking him as they walked.

  "Who . . . who're you again?" Greenhorn muttered.

  "Abdul, Mr. Greenhorn, from security, remember?"

  "Oh, yeah, okay."

- Checkmate, Chapter 21