The spy limped through the sewers with a hand on one of the grimy, curved walls to steady himself, the other's fingertips pressing into the skin of his leg, holding back from pushing against the syringe darts sticking grotesquely out of the flesh. Rings of distortion slipped on and off his vision as it wavered, a small tinge of black creeping into the edges. Consciously squeezing it back he hobbled through the ankle deep water with gritted teeth, silently cursing his own stupidity at being caught unawares. Pain spiked up his leg like white hot iron rods being shoved through skin and muscle into bones. He gave a choked, hissing moan and faltered. For a dragging moment he stood with head hanging, watching the silty water wash by before pulling himself to walk again.
Finally the flagging man reached the generators, the peeling blue line running across the walls reassuring him that he was in the right base. He hauled himself up the chipped concrete steps almost blindly and stumbled to stand with back flat against the wall, sliding down to sit on the damp floor nearby one of the buzzing machines. The spy rested his head against the wall, eyes closed and taking deep, controlled breaths to attempt to quell the sharp pain biting at him. The red plumes of the darts stood glaringly bright against blue suit trousers, blood had soaked around the entries and turned the cloth a reddish brown, fanning out in a pattern of dragging teardrops. He slipped off his jacket and waistcoat to pull off his shirt and rip it into rough strips, pulling his jacket on to cover his now bare chest and protect it against the harshly cold wall he was leaning against. With a lightly shaking hand he took hold of one of the darts by it's casing and exhaled deeply. Slowly he pulled the needle from his leg. The skin pulled up for the first few centimetres and the metal spike slid out, tip dripping clear liquid, triggered by the movement. Ariel's lips pressed into a thin white line he forced himself to breathe. Deft hands wrapped a strip of the shirt over the seeping wound, pulling it tight and securing it with a knot.
Only four more to go.