Predator Stalking Shadows 4

"Scott's failure to respond to Shaved Head, or to back off, clearly riled the man. All of a sudden he lunged at Scott, hands outstretched, with the clear intention of physically spinning him round as if he were a child and pushing him back the way he had come. Since Scott's "shaming" in LA, he had been working hard on his physical fitness and mental alertness, determined that he would never again be caught out like he had been that night. And so as Shaved Head lunged for him, he instinctively moved to his left, whilst simultaneously shooting out his own hand and catching the man's wrist. Before anyone could react, he had slid round behind the man, twisting his wrist up his back as he did so. Shaved Head bellowed in pain, though Scott knew that whilst it hurt, the wristlock was mostly harmless, and there would be no lasting damage. Mostly harmless, but not entirely."

"Because as soon as Scott sensed Shaved Head flexing his shoulders in an attempt to wrench himself free, he gave the man's wrist another small twist, which forced him, howling, to his knees. Incensed by the treatment meted out to their colleague, the other six guys jerked forward as one, the trigger-happy guy in the suit again going for his gun. In response, Scott pulled Shaved Head round in front of him, eliciting another howl of pain from the man, and held up a warning hand. "Seriously. Don't. I'm leaving now, but if any of you try to touch me again, I will defend myself. So short of shooting me in cold blood, which I really don't think you want to do unless you want to bring a whole ton of shit down on your heads, I suggest we call this quits. Am I speaking clearly enough?" For a moment the MIBS faced him without speaking,
a tight knot of tension and belligerence. Then Scott saw Linen Suit's shoulders slump a little and knew he was going to concede. Before he could, however, Trigger Happy decided to have one last go at becoming a hero. He leaped at Scott, clearly aiming to take him by surprise, but his lack of combat training was all too evident, and to Scott the attack was both slow and clumsy."

"Jerking on Shaved Head's wrist once again, which brought the man momentarily up off his knees with a pig-like squeal, he shot his free hand out with deadly accuracy, jabbing Trigger Happy full in the throat. Trigger Happy crumpled like a felled deer, face purple, hands clawing at his collar as he coughed and coughed. "I am not kidding. Back the fuck off!" Scott said. Linen Suit sighed and stepped back. He glanced down at Trigger Happy, who was still writhing on the floor, with something like disdain."pg.79-80 chpt.3

"He released the wristlock on Shaved Head, at the same time giving the man a small shove so that he tumbled forward onto his belly. Instantly, Shaved Head rolled over and sat up, rubbing his wrist and glaring balefully at Scott. Linen Suit patted the air beside him, as if Shaved Head was an attack dog that he was ordering to stay and sit. Trigger Happy now sat up too. He was done coughing, but he still had a hand clamped to his throat. He glared at Scott, dull fury in his eyes. "Goodnight, gentlemen." Scott held up his hands and
sidled past the standing MIBs, who stared at him with hostility but did nothing. "And a Happy New Year to you all."pg.81 chpt.3