said Anna, “here is problem. Perpetrator is experienced, has been restrained before. As officers on arms pull down, he takes big step—” She demonstrated, arching her leg up in a high, unnatural stride. “This happens very quickly. He does not drop. Now perp is dragging officers. Perp is in control. What next?” “Kick his legs out.” There were three men with her, all in the regulation light brown shirts, all attentive to the little class that she was running. Or attentive to her, anyway. She barely came up to their shoulders, but she’d an air of confidence, a physicality I’d grown inured to being close to her these last few days. I saw it again now and stood back, watching. She turned on the ball of her foot and nodded to the man who’d spoken, a big Hispanic with an earpiece. “Possible. Yes. Good. Possible too, I fall on ass in process. No, in my view, smart move is always use a wall.
