Action scenes are great in movies, in novels not quite as great. Action scenes are hard to write, partially because they are description on steroids. Take a sword-fighting scene. How much detail do you need? Do you consult a fencing expert, or just write a general description? Action is tough to write.
Margaret's neighbor stood at the kitchen sink, washing dishes. She saw a dark figure enter the Cleary house, so she called the police. Three minutes later a Tuscaloosa cruiser in stealth mode—no lights and siren—eased to a stop at the curb in front of the Cleary home. One officer with weapon drawn hurried to the back entrance, while a second officer with his weapon ready positioned himself at the front. The Israeli came out through the back door before either officer could enter.
The policeman at the back switched on his heavy flashlight and pointed his weapon at the suspect's chest, ordering him to halt.
Simeon raised his hands immediately but casually. The second officer approached the pair and ordered the suspect to kneel with his hands behind his head. Simeon did as he was ordered. One wrist was cuffed then both were pulled down and cuffed together behind his back.
The Israeli wouldn't respond to any of the officers' questions, so they each grabbed an arm, jerked the suspect to his feet, and led him toward their cruiser. Five feet from the curb, the officer on Simeon's left released his hold and stepped in front to open the back of the car. The naive police were no match for Mossad training.
As the policeman in front bent over, the Israeli shot a kick into his butt, sending the officer, head-first, hard into the side of the cruiser.
The policeman on the right tried to pull Simeon around, to sling him to the ground. The move only served to turn the Israeli face-to-face with the officer.
Simeon snapped forward from the waist up, slamming his forehead solidly against the officer's nose. The policeman released his grip and staggered backwards in the yard. The Israeli launched a spinning roundhouse kick to the side of the officer's head. He dropped to the grass, unconscious.
From a cramped kneeling position, with one leg under the cruiser and the other trying to push up, the second officer grabbed at his weapon.
The Israeli closed the distance with one agile leap and fired his trailing foot up and under the policeman's chin. The officer's head slammed back against the cruiser. He fell forward on the sidewalk and didn’t move.
Simeon dropped to the ground on his back and pulled his arms under him, bringing his wrists to the front. He located the key on the officer's belt and released the cuffs, then patted his jacket pocket for assurance that the mics were still there. Sim left both policemen dazed in the yard and fled in their cruiser. Training had taught him not to lead someone back to the nest.