My attacker waved his gun in my face, thinking he’d found an easy mark in an older man. A small part of me wanted to stop everything and hand him a copy of my CIA file. I wanted him to read the last line: “Expert in all forms of hand-to-hand combat and tactical awareness, and to be considered extremely dangerous.”
If that wasn’t enough to change his mind, then maybe the last three words would have the desired effect: “You’ve been warned.”
He’d soon discover I wasn’t just another 46-year old, and there’d be no warnings tonight. He wouldn’t walk away.