And then I just launch myself at him. He�s so surprised that his arms yield a little bit, so I�m right there. The blade of my knife takes no trouble to glide under him.
His dark eyes go wide and he moves back a few feet. I am shaking.
The knife�he wrenches it out and it clatters onto this machine�s broad back. Everything around us is still moving and working, taking air and turning it into hot air.