Contents ( 110)
- Contents
- About the Book
- About the Author
- PART ONE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- PART TWO
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- PART THREE
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- What did you think?
“Put on the restraints.”
Burke took a step toward the man and said, “We’re agents with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You have no right to detain us.”
“I believe you were ordered to stay away from the facility. You may not follow orders at the FBI, but we do. Put on the cuffs, and you can explain it to my boss.”
Burke took another step toward the man. “And if we refuse, you’re prepared to gun down two federal agents?”
“Don’t make me. Put on the cuffs, and we won’t have a problem.”
Burke took one more step.
“Don’t come any closer,” the agent said. “I don’t want to, but I will shoot you.”
“First, there’s a very important piece of information of which I believe you’re unaware. And it’s something that could save your life.”
The agent looked skeptical but also curious. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“The muscles of the torso are up to ten times stronger than those in the wrist.”
Burke had calculated the variables, planned the maneuver, checked lines of sight, and nearby obstacles. Carter would be clear from the gaze of the gun’s barrel and would still be clear when Burke backed up. Now, all that was left was to actually perform the action his brain told him would work.
He punctuated the last word of his sentence with the quick movement of his left arm. Using a Krav Maga technique that he had practiced several times—albeit with a fellow student and a plastic gun—he initiated what started with a Judo wrist lock. Gaining the strength from his core and rotating his body instead of merely moving his arm, he spun his left hand onto the agent’s right wrist, the one holding the gun.
The force of the push and the rotation of his torso propelled the gun’s aim away from his body. At the same time, he pulled his attacker toward him, putting the agent off balance and giving Burke leverage over the man’s wrist. Then with his right hand, Burke used the barrel of the gun as a lever to easily pry the weapon away from his opponent.
By using the muscles of his torso, Burke was immune to the agent’s strength. The maneuver could be performed easily by a smaller person defending themselves against a much larger attacker, if the mental preparedness and physical action were performed correctly. And to his elation, Burke’s muscles had cooperated with his mind to perform a textbook Krav Maga pistol disarm.
The problem came with what to do next.
His teacher had taught that it was always best to create distance between yourself and the attacker at this point, instead of following with more blows that may give your opponent a chance to retrieve his weapon.
Is this situation, considering that his opponent was likely trained in some form of martial arts, Burke heeded his teacher’s advice.
As soon as he had control of the gun, he took four large steps backward. At the same time, he grabbed the barrel with his left hand, allowing him to switch his right to the pistol’s grip. He took aim at the man even as he was finishing his four backward steps.