It had only been minutes ago when you had been pinned to the ground and forced to breathe in a toxic chemical that would kill if too much was inhaled. You layed there on the ground, twitching, vision blurry and dying from the inside...you'd need the antidote, quick. You see a person in the shadows, another footclan soldier, holding a vial of green liquid. He crouched by you, injecting it into your skin.