Jason's point of view, in Moscow at the beginning of Ultimatum. Word: Pharmacy.

Jason peered around the corner, watched the police rush past, the throbbing pulse of the sirens' sound and light ricocheting off of the surrounding buildings. Across the street, he glimpsed a flare of bright green: a pharmacy.

He flexed his hand against the stiffness of the dried blood that had run down his arm, his fingers, and breathed a sigh of temporary relief.

Saved—for the moment.