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The guard let out a squawk as one needle struck him in the right thigh and the other in his left shoulder. He staggered, croaked, and fell over on his back, helpless. His torch bounced off the gravel, landing with its beam directed straight ahead, illuminating Ghost’s feet. His eyes stared up at the night sky, wide and terrified, as the solution inside the needles entered his bloodstream and took immediate effect, paralysing him. The two scouts heard the jangle of a metal key-ring on the man’s belt. The door itself would be easy enough to simply bash in, but letting themselves in would be quieter, less likely to draw as much attention. It would not be long before the guard’s colleagues began missing him and came looking.