In getting close to a person, a guy like Blake knows he's apt to take a few hits. The knee to the abdomen knocks the air out of him, but what does he need of air, anyway? It only incapacitates him long enough to gasp and then he makes to take advantage of the proximity, breathless but determined. His hand clasps tight and he aims a closed-fist punch right at Agent Washington's neck.

He'll trade his breath for this guy's voice any day, especially if he's going to keep talking.