“An overhead light blinked and extinguished. Armitage drew the pistol with his right hand. He swung and aimed, checking there were no innocent people obstructing the way. None. Fired a single shot. It sailed over a plant and table setting. The round hit an inch from the watcher's heart. On impact the brown-haired assailant tipped. Jake ducked. A table toppled. The watcher groaned as the force of the momentum pushed him toward the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. A second table collapsed, plates thrown asunder. Jake stepped forward, arm stretched and gun straight. A waitress hugged herself, crying. Two more male patrons hit the floor and crawled between chairs.” ActionGunLife And DeathEscapeSpy ThrillerAgentSaint PetersburgFull ThrottleShot FiredThe Russian Ink Book:The Russian Ink Source: The Russian Ink
“Because she knew from experience that what came next was something straight out of a Pitbull featuring Ke$ha song. She was going down. Although, as far as she could figure, no one was yelling, “Timber!” AbbyBlack Knights IncFull ThrottleCarlos Steady Book:Full Throttle Source: Full Throttle