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The knife handle was inches from the German’s grip. Graf stretched his thick, suntanned fingers to reach. But Wells held him at bay with a chokehold on the throat. He tightened his grip, aiming for a neck-break. Easier said than done on a man of Graf’s size.
And the German had other ideas. He left the knife and instead went of a reverse punch to Wells’ nose. It stung like hell, tears in his eyes and the headlock broken.
A swinging elbow followed. Wells felt a hand on the neck of his t-shirt. It ripped as Graf threw him forward off his back. Wells went with it, scooping up the knife in a forward roll. Graf scrambled to gain control of the blade, but the British agent was faster. He reversed the grip on the knife in both hands. As the German threw his weight on him, he pushed it into t
