Sam Fisher- Snow Maiden Strikes

  FISHER never heard the rest of Briggs’s warning. A pair of black boots had flown through the shattered window and connected with the side of his head. He flew back against the opposite door with such force that the window cracked behind him.

  He reached for his weapon.

  Never made it.

  Two more blows struck him in the cheek and chin, a third to the neck.

  He finally touched his holster. The weapon was gone.

  He reached farther down to his secondary.

  Gone.

  Suddenly, his trifocals were torn from his head. He blinked hard, tried to focus. The barrel of a .40-caliber pistol was poised six inches from the tip of his nose.

  His eyes still weren’t fully focused, but that was no matter; the voice came first.

- Blacklist Aftermath, Chapter 36