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with
considerable force. If there was anyone else in the tunnel, this would contain
them until he could settle with this first attacker. The man sprang up with a
huge knife in his hand, and lunged towards George.
Emily was paralyzed in shock. She
desperately wanted to help her father but found herself rooted to the floor.
She watched as he parried the lunging knife. His left arm appeared to move in a
lazy circle around the man’s right hand. It had an almost hypnotic effect. She
couldn’t quite see how it happened, how he controlled his opponent’s arm. He
twisted the arm out and away, slapped his face again with his right hand, and
sent him sprawling backwards in a complete flip. He stood over his attacker,
holding his wrist as he pressed a foot to the side of his face. The man reached
for the gun, which lay just within reach. George pulled up on the arm sharply
and stomped down hard on his face. He stopped moving.
Emily was stunned by the blunt
violence of her father’s skills. She had never seen him in a fight before. She
found it both thrilling and terrifying. He didn’t have the luxury of fighting
from out of the stillness of his qi ,
that much was clear. He had too much to lose: he fought to keep her safe... and
he was bleeding out of his side. The important thing was to find the most
direct way to dispatch this man, prevent him from firing his gun, or alerting
the men upstairs, not to mention whoever might be behind him in the tunnel.
Emily understood her father perfectly, appreciated him as never before.
George picked up the gun, tore open
the door and fired several rounds into the tunnel. The light from the muzzle flairs
didn’t reveal anyone. The tunnel was clear. The men upstairs had found the trap
door behind the bar. Emily pulled the dead man into the tunnel and pulled the
door closed, hooking him to the handle by his gun strap. The barrel caught on
the doorframe. They ran as fast as they could to the other end and out into the
woods.
The sky began to show blue. It took
only a moment to find where George had left the motorcycle, collect their
packs, kick over the engine and speed off into the woods. They were going much
faster than Emily felt was safe, strictly speaking. But she figured her father
wanted to be out of sight or hearing when the tactical teams emerged from the
tunnel.
They rode for a couple of hours
through the woods, hardly ever coming out from under the canopy of trees. If
anyone was looking for them from above, they would be practically invisible.
They stopped a couple of times to rest, and to give George a break from the
jostling of the ride. His wound was starting to bother him. Blood had soaked
all the way through his jacket. Emily began to worry.
“Dad, we gotta get you some help,”
she pleaded.
“We have to keep going. There is no help around here.”
“How far is the nearest town?”
“Chi-chan, it’s another thirty
minutes to the car.”
“Dad, you can’t make it that long,
can you?”
“I dunno. I think you’ll have to
take over from here. You up to it?”
“Trust me, Dad. I can do it. Clutch
with my hands, shift with my feet, right?”
“Oh, Lord,” he snorted.
Fortunately, Emily turned out to have a better understanding of how motorcycles
work than she let on. There were only a few rough bits at the beginning. Her
father hugged her from behind, and held on for dear life. He couldn’t remember
ever feeling any happier than at that moment.
By the time they got to Mill Creek,
he looked much weaker. Emily saw how pale he had become. She tried to dress the
wound with a first aid kit from the trunk of the car. The hole wasn’t large,
and the bullet seemed to have missed his ribs. It had entered and exited
apparently without injuring any organs. But he had lost a lot of blood. He lay
in the back of the car. She seemed to have stopped the bleeding. Emily drove as
her father directed her to the interstate. They headed north to Pittsburgh.
At a steakhouse in
considerable force. If there was anyone else in the tunnel, this would contain
them until he could settle with this first attacker. The man sprang up with a
huge knife in his hand, and lunged towards George.
Emily was paralyzed in shock. She
desperately wanted to help her father but found herself rooted to the floor.
She watched as he parried the lunging knife. His left arm appeared to move in a
lazy circle around the man’s right hand. It had an almost hypnotic effect. She
couldn’t quite see how it happened, how he controlled his opponent’s arm. He
twisted the arm out and away, slapped his face again with his right hand, and
sent him sprawling backwards in a complete flip. He stood over his attacker,
holding his wrist as he pressed a foot to the side of his face. The man reached
for the gun, which lay just within reach. George pulled up on the arm sharply
and stomped down hard on his face. He stopped moving.
Emily was stunned by the blunt
violence of her father’s skills. She had never seen him in a fight before. She
found it both thrilling and terrifying. He didn’t have the luxury of fighting
from out of the stillness of his qi ,
that much was clear. He had too much to lose: he fought to keep her safe... and
he was bleeding out of his side. The important thing was to find the most
direct way to dispatch this man, prevent him from firing his gun, or alerting
the men upstairs, not to mention whoever might be behind him in the tunnel.
Emily understood her father perfectly, appreciated him as never before.
George picked up the gun, tore open
the door and fired several rounds into the tunnel. The light from the muzzle flairs
didn’t reveal anyone. The tunnel was clear. The men upstairs had found the trap
door behind the bar. Emily pulled the dead man into the tunnel and pulled the
door closed, hooking him to the handle by his gun strap. The barrel caught on
the doorframe. They ran as fast as they could to the other end and out into the
woods.
The sky began to show blue. It took
only a moment to find where George had left the motorcycle, collect their
packs, kick over the engine and speed off into the woods. They were going much
faster than Emily felt was safe, strictly speaking. But she figured her father
wanted to be out of sight or hearing when the tactical teams emerged from the
tunnel.
They rode for a couple of hours
through the woods, hardly ever coming out from under the canopy of trees. If
anyone was looking for them from above, they would be practically invisible.
They stopped a couple of times to rest, and to give George a break from the
jostling of the ride. His wound was starting to bother him. Blood had soaked
all the way through his jacket. Emily began to worry.
“Dad, we gotta get you some help,”
she pleaded.
“We have to keep going. There is no help around here.”
“How far is the nearest town?”
“Chi-chan, it’s another thirty
minutes to the car.”
“Dad, you can’t make it that long,
can you?”
“I dunno. I think you’ll have to
take over from here. You up to it?”
“Trust me, Dad. I can do it. Clutch
with my hands, shift with my feet, right?”
“Oh, Lord,” he snorted.
Fortunately, Emily turned out to have a better understanding of how motorcycles
work than she let on. There were only a few rough bits at the beginning. Her
father hugged her from behind, and held on for dear life. He couldn’t remember
ever feeling any happier than at that moment.
By the time they got to Mill Creek,
he looked much weaker. Emily saw how pale he had become. She tried to dress the
wound with a first aid kit from the trunk of the car. The hole wasn’t large,
and the bullet seemed to have missed his ribs. It had entered and exited
apparently without injuring any organs. But he had lost a lot of blood. He lay
in the back of the car. She seemed to have stopped the bleeding. Emily drove as
her father directed her to the interstate. They headed north to Pittsburgh.
At a steakhouse in
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