Sam Fisher- Mandarin

  The canisters were painted olive drab with Chinese letters spray-stenciled over them. Fisher’s conversational Mandarin was good enough to read the warnings there, but even if it hadn’t been, the iconography of the big black skull-and-crossbones on the drums did the trick. Carefully, he used a pen-light to examine the seals around the containers and he didn’t like what he found. Spots of rust had ruptured, allowing a noxious, chalky fluid to escape and drool down the sides, pooling on the floor.

- Dragonfire, Chapter 2