Status Updates From Without Measure (Jack Widow...

I tried to concentrate on breathing. I was taking the risk of my life. I was taking a leap of faith. I was counting my odds, and with every step, they got worse.

I said, “You’re a good cop. You should stay out. Let me handle it.”
She said, “Maybe if we had probable cause, then I could enter.”
I said, “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll find some probable cause.”
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“What if the second shooter is in there? You could get shot at.”
I faced her and thought for a moment. I said, “Then at least you’ll have probable cause.”

[about trying to type on a Blackberry]
“I can’t use it because the keys are too small.”
She nodded and said, “You mean your fingers are too big.”
I said, “You flirting with me?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What do you call it then? Being mean?”
“What’s the matter, sailor? Can’t take a little flack?”

In the SEALs, we had four important points in hand-to-hand combat. First, protect your face; second, stay standing and keep moving; third, hit hard; and last, haul ass. I added my own personal points to it, which means that I threw out three of theirs.