If you’d only nicked it, it would be screaming bloody hell. Either it’s sleeping or you missed completely." Ghost paused. "We’ll find out once we’re inside. Dart the rest." The Narcoject Lethe huffed four more times, spitting its tranquillizer darts at four more cockatrices. Sam changed clips and fired five more rounds. Another clip change was required before he darted the final two. Each hit had as little obvious effect as the first.