ATTACK!

‘The best way to survive any encounter is to keep your opponent off balance.’ Those were the words of Griffin’s mentor many years ago. ‘If you focus too much on yourself, you neglect one whole half of the fight.’

Griffin smiled briefly as he recalled the situation in which he had learnt those fateful words. With a kick flip, he stood up and sprinted towards the tree. Approaching quickly, he flung his knife from almost 10 meters away. It nipped through the strap holding up the Crumpler. Slowly the bag began to fall.

Leaping into the air, the agile youth pressed off the side of the tree springing up to catch the bag.

As he landed, Griffin curled into a roll and extricated the pistol within all within seconds. With huge tug, he ripped it from the holster within and levelled it at the direction from which he believed the shot had been fired.

It was then that he saw the assailant, dressed all in black; heave up an RPG on his shoulder about 40 meters away.

“Ahh crap.” He muttered realizing his immediate peril.

However a small part of his imagination kicked in and he sank to a crouch where he stood.

“That’s a rocket.” He reasoned. “Rockets explode.”

Even as the trigger for the RPG was pressed, Griffin began to fire.

The second shot hit the rocket. It made a very big explosion.