47- Clubbed

  Ashton slowly stood and added, “I said, especially since you’re not who you say you are, Agent 47.”

  Before the assassin could react, one of the guards clubbed him hard on the back of the head with his baton.

  By the time 47 collapsed onto the floor, he had lost all consciousness.
...

  The first thing I was aware of was that it was dark. Night.

  The second thing was the rumbling, the vibration. I was in a moving vehicle, lying on a metal floor with my hands tied behind my back.

  I peeked through slitted eyes. My head was splitting with pain. I was careful not to move, though. If I was being watched, I wanted my captors to think I was still unconscious.

- Hitman: Damnation, chapters 22 and 23