They sit among you, armed, trained, and ready should an attacker burst through the doors. They are shul marshals, the first of a new breed of security personnel.
Photos: Jeff Zorabedian
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he six men stood suddenly, their profiles silhouetted against a row of targets taped to the wall.
“One,” barks the instructor.
The men jump toward the target, their hands raised in a defensive posture.
“Two,” comes the call.
The sextet yanks out handguns from their holsters in a microsecond, pointing their weapons toward the mustachioed man staring passively at them from the wall. “Threat! Threat!” they shout.
Then comes the final act in the one-two-three punch: “Three!”
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