Your ear catches a suspicious noise.

You start to reach for the doorknob but you freeze inches from it. You tilt your head to thr left and listen carefully. There is a quiet noise coming from your motel room's bathroom. It was barely audible but your mind immediately registers the sound as glass moving against glass. The noise a cut piece of glass would make being pulled from a window. How can a normal man pick a sound and know what it was? You aren't going to have time to think about it properly as you hear the sound of feet softly touching down on the bathroom's tilled floor. Instintively you flick the light switch by the door, killing the lights, plunging the small suite into darkness. Strangely you know this would be an advantage for you against an intruder as you know the layout of the room better than they will.

Sure enough a visual map of the room forms in your head. You know the distances between every bit of furniture and item in the room as perfectly as if you had never turned the lights out. You take the exact fourteen steps you know it will take to cross the room and press your back up against the wall next to the bathroom door. You wait as you hear the figure creep up to the door and slowly turn the handle. A small amount of light filters from under the door telling you that the person hasn't turned the bathroom light on and it's just the moonlight coming through the bathroom's window. The doorknob turns silently and the door slowly begins to open. You wait as you see the silencer followed by the barrel of a small pistol extend through the gap, closely followed by an arm.

You ready yourself for action and as soon as they are halfway through the door you snap your foot forward in a front kick aimed squarely at the gun. The gun goes flying and the person's hand is slammed into the door knocking it open. Light streams into the room and you are able to determine quickly that your assailant is a male dressed completely in black wearing a beanie. He grabs at a combat knife attatched to the belt around his waist. He lunges at you with the knife and with lightening quick reflexes you sidestep to avoid it. It flicks past your face by millimeters. With the man's arm extended you grab his wrist with your right hand and pull away from him while with your left elbow you slam it into his right arm pit. The effect of the two motions causes a popping sound within his shoulder that you know is his shoulder dislocating. The man lets out a strangled cry of pain but still swings at you with his left fist. You easily rock back to avoid it then dash forward striking out with your right foot into his left kneecap causing a vile snapping and cracking sound.

The man drops to one knee in defeate and sobbs in agony. His left leg is at an unnatural right angle and his right arm hangs limply by his side. You reach down to pick up his combat knife and in one liquid motion you're behind him with the knife under his chin, blade first, causing him to look up at you.

"Now, spill your guts or I'll spill them for you," you say with venom in your voice.