Jumping three feet in the air I karate chopped the door knob snapping it like a twig.  The door slowly opened as I noticed that the light switch was gone.  Stretching my arm toward where it was supposed to be I felt something lightly scrape against my arm.  It felt just like the wind blowing against every hair on my arm.  Suddenly the wind became murderous strangling my arm and jerking me inside with inhuman strength.  My back smacked against the wall cracking every bone does after you wake up from a long sleep. 

I knew my time had come.  The gig was ended, but, wait I’m falling upward.  A second before the inevitable pain came I realized that I wasn’t flying up.  I was crashing down into the floor headfirst. 

With another load bang I thought my neck had broke, but it was not to be.  The floor gave way under the incredible power of my assailant’s throw catapulting me downward into the basement I didn’t have, or so they thought.  Knowing that I had a chance still I righted my self, landed on the concrete floor, and began to pump my legs.  My slick-bottomed work shoes failed me and instead of launching my self toward the chimney where I could shimmy out I feel straight forward.  Face planting into the ground I heard a sound of glass breaking.  Did I hit the floor that hard? 

A hidden man bellowed, “CIA.  Get on the ground.  With only the strength of the man’s arms, he swung himself like an Olympian gymnast aiming his knees at my back.  Only from past experiences did I know what to do.  In a seemingly rehearsed sequence I pushed off the floor with my hands bring my body into a hand stand.  Judging only where his voice came from I flipped my body into the air while my feet found their mark on his face.  Momentum carried and him to the floor where I stood on top of his face. 

            “Every day you give me a new gift in the form of pain,” the man stated with an even tone. 

            “Its part of the job, all part of the job, Marty” I responded with a tint of laughter. 

            “And, by the way, where did this basement come from?” 

            “Beats Me, so, lets go find out what are rankings are on the charts.” 

            “Well, knowing that in a real life situation the criminals aren’t people like you, then I don’t really care what my weekly ranking is as long as I don’t have to restrain you” 

            “Thanks, it means a lot to me.  I just can’t wait for the day when one of our own ends up making a mistake in the field.”  A long day over in just three minutes it seemed like, but that is only our warm up routine.  Now the real life-or-death situations are just about to begin.