The Man in the Black Suit
The Gladiator
The man named Jameson
grabbed a fistful of Benedict’s jacket and yanked him back from the swinging
stiletto. He hadn’t predicted a weapon. But slipping one past security wouldn’t have been
difficult.
Again, Benedict’s attacker slashed viciously, but his knife cut
air. Another slash . . . .
Grab, twist, break.
Jameson lashed out, seizing the man’s wrist. Leverage.
Now, twist. He rotated his attacker’s arm until the elbow
faced down. Still clutching that wrist, Jameson drove
upwards with his other hand, just behind the elbow. Break. There was a loud pop, and the stiletto
clattered to the tile.
The big man in the gladiator mask grunted.
