Closing the Trap

The bodybuilder stepped forward, flushing with anger. "I said move, suit."

He shot a hand forward to shove Jude back against the hood of the car.

His 4 friends watched from the steps, expecting the impact to knock Jude flat. In their gym, he benched 400 pounds; moving someone in a business suit shouldn't have taken effort.

His palm slammed against the shoulder of Jude's jacket.

Jude didn't move. He didn't shift his stance or sway back. 

The smiles on his friends' faces faded. The man blinked, looking down at his hand in confusion.

Jude looked at the hand on his lapel, then glanced up with a calm expression. "Did you actually put weight into that?"

The bodybuilder's face darkened. "I held back so I wouldn't snap your collarbone. Watch where you land this time."

Setting his feet on the pavement, he drove both hands straight into Jude's chest with full force.

Jude didn't give an inch.