Sam Fisher- Under Bench KO

The set­ting sun was at Fish­er’s back, which meant the guard was look­ing right into it as he came clos­er. Shad­ing his eyes and blink­ing, he ap­proached the bench and bent to look un­der it, un­a­ware that an in­trud­er lay less than a me­ter from where he stood.

Fish­er timed the mo­ment for when the cam­era turned away, then struck co­bra-fast. He shot out and grabbed the guard’s legs, yank­ing him off bal­ance. The guard fell on his back, too shocked to even cry out, and Fish­er dragged him back into the grass, jam­ming his fore­arm across the oth­er man’s throat.

He leaned on the guard’s ca­rot­id ar­tery, slid­ing his oth­er hand be­hind the man’s head. “Qui­et,” Fish­er ad­mon­ished, as the man struggled against him. He kept up the pres­sure, and the guard’s move­ments be­came slug­gish and un­co­or­di­nat­ed. Fi­nal­ly, he went slack and passed out.

- Firewall, Chapter 9