It seemed as though the corridors were never-ending. He was sure he'd reach The Constant soon enough. However, it seemed his son's birth would come sooner. As he neared, yet another day leading out to the connected cab, a contraction hit from out of nowhere. Practically bringing him to his knees. He was now at 34 weeks, much too early to deliver. But again, this was common among cloned assassins.
He had hoped to just power through them. Unfortunately, it seemed like the universe wasn't cutting him any slack this time. The further he descended, the worse it became. The only thing to work in his favor was the fact no guards were patrolling the area. He slumped himself against the far wall, cold and unforgiving. This was where he had to stop, because the baby certainly wasn't going to.
"47, everything alright?"
Knight's voice broke over his earpiece. The assassin slammed his eyes shut, the pain was unparalleled to anything to come before it, even a bullet. He manages to undo his belt. It acting as a safeguard for his teeth to not bite his tongue in half during contractions. Feeling a bead of cold sweat trickle down and sting his eyes.
"Not quite..the baby's comin' "
He choked. It was obvious Knight became panicked by this. Not sure exactly what to do. The assassin was a sitting duck. Just because there were no guards to be seen in that cab, were no guarantees concerning the remaining ones.