Chapter 7

Distraction to Destruction

I dropped to the ground to sweep out his legs, as he sprung back. I quickly moved forward, hoping to use his backward momentum to catch him off guard. As I delivered a slower roundhouse kick, he caught my leg and I quickly used all my momentum to jump and kick off into a back handspring. I was exhausted. As I looked back up, he was scrambling to get back to his feet. The fight would be determined by stamina, yet I couldn't let the fight slow to much. I had to control the pace, keeping it slow enough to protect my energy and fast enough to maintain focus from the audience. I figured I would need to control this for another 15 minutes tops to give the SAS time to move into position.

Each of the next engagements with Mr. Second, were quick dirty fights with a few flashy moves thrown in for my benefit. I couldn't look as exhausted as I felt. Each separation left both of us more drained than the last. Soon one of us would fall, and who knew how much time had passed. I could no longer keep track of the SAS and where they may be in the building, I needed 100% of my focus to stay alive.

As the figures in front briefly went out of focus, I decided to make sure this last bought was out last. I waited for Mr. Second to power in, calmly checking for added signs of weakness in him.

Breathe in. Breathe out. My eyes drifted closed, as I focused on the noise around me. I movement. I opened my eyes, quickly utilizing the momentum of Mr. Second's punch to throw him and pin him to the ground. I was drained.

"SAS. On the ground."

The gym exploded in gunfire, as each of the assassins attempted to shot of a round at the new wave of intruders. But the SAS were quicker. Within a matter of minutes, the last 2 living operatives was Walker (still napping) and Second.

"Cub. I got him."

I looked up to see Wolf, and he quickly handcuffed Second. I looked over to Walker and saw Eagle move to cuff him. As I stood I swayed.

"Woah. We got you kid." Snake. "Grab me a chair."

The FBI agents scrambled to fetch a chair.

"That was quite some work kid." The head FBI agent came over as he placed the chair down.

"Thanks. Been taking martial arts for a while."

"Sure. Just martial arts. Whatever you are involved with, it is dangerous."

"No need to tell me."

Snake quickly came back with some water.

"Cub. Next time you decided to tango with a few assassins, give us a heads up."

"I'll try." A snort came from the FBI.

"You should be in school studying." This comment came from the female FBI agent.

"Trust me kid. Being involved in dangerous gangs now might seem cool. But soon it won't be cool, and someone will get hurt. You were lucky today." This agent was clearly ex-military.

"It's not by choice. And conveniently it's not any of your business." I bit out.

"Hey we are just trying to help. You seem like a good kid." Said Agent Army-man.

"Yeah, well don't but into things you know nothing about."

"Whatever it is, the police can help." The head Agent clearly didn't get the message.

"Ready Cub?" Snake came back from talking to the agents.

"Yup."

"Where are you taking him? Shouldn't you wait for his parents?" That was the first word Prof. Eppes said since everything blew up.

"Parents? They are dead. The group here were the ones who killed them. Don't make me laugh." Now I knew I sounded cynical.

"Al." I turned to Tom, who handed me my bag.

"Thanks."

"What do you mean?" Do the agents really not know when to quit.

"Ready Snake." I trailed him out of the gym, with the feeling of a lot of eyes on my back.

Good bye normalacy.