Sam Fisher- Shooting Cops

  I push the bar on the door, shove it open, and am greeted by another siren that resounds through the building. I leap into the alley, alight in a crouch, and look up to see two policemen standing fifty feet away, guns in hand. One yells at me, levels his pistol, and fires! What happened to “Don’t move or I’ll shoot”? The hell with it, he misses anyway. I bounce to my feet and run toward the other end of the alley—but I quickly see this wasn’t a wise move, because there’s a sixteen-foot wall there. A goddamned dead end.

  I’ve never been one to be stopped by something as insignificant as a wall. First, though, I have to get rid of the pests firing bullets at me. The cops are either drunk or blind because they’re lousy shots. I draw the Five-seveN, drop to my knee, twist my torso, take aim, and discharge two rounds for each man. It’s as if they’re both punched in the chest by an invisible sledgehammer. I figure they’re probably wearing bulletproof vests, but the force of getting hit, even in a vest, is enough to knock you down.

- Splinter Cell, Chapter 24