It’s late on a Friday night (early on a Saturday morning, if we’re being honest). You’ve been hanging out with a few friends from the office at a local watering hole in the nightlife district to celebrate finishing up a grueling end-of-quarter report.
Leaving the bar and heading for your car that you left in a pay-to-park lot with a live human attendant, you decide to take a shortcut down an alley. It’s late, it’s cold, it’s only a half a block off the main drag, and it’s a pretty good part of town.
As you walk down the alleyway, a very sinister-looking dude with a drawn handgun held at his waistline rolls out away from the wall so that he’s facing you squarely from 21 feet away.
Rather than demanding your wallet, telling you to kneel or to turn and face away from him, all he says is “BEEEEEP!”
This is the moment you’ve been training for. You execute a clean
