Sam Fisher- Sleeper Kill

The soldier came down, rifle raised and ready to fire, and he called out a quiet question. Is someone there? Unfortunately for him, the answer was yes. As the guard’s foot touched the third-floor landing, Fisher came out of nowhere on his blind side and shot a haymaker punch into the man’s throat. His other hand grabbed at the frame of the rifle and wrenched back the charging handle, jamming his fingers into the breech so it could not fire.

  Fisher hit the soldier again before he could suck in the breath to cry for help, and then with his full weight he put his forearm across the man’s throat and slammed him into the wall. The soldier’s eyes bulged in abject terror, but it was too late. Bone and cartilage crackled wetly under the inexorable pressure, and with his neck broken, the man sank to the floor.

  Panting, Fisher disarmed the dead man before silently pulling him back through the door into the bunk room. The closest bed was empty, and with care, Fisher rolled the body into place atop the mattress. In the dimness, the dead man looked like just another sleeper.

- Dragonfire, Chapter 17