picked up the hammer, and banged it on the support beam for the wall. The beam vibrated through the building and got everyone’s attention.
Jenkins was on his feet instantly. “What did you do that for?”
“He wants to move into management,” Bender replied.
“Danbeu was kidding. He doesn’t even know what you just did!” Jenkins yelled at Bender.
Bikes came running through the crowd. “Who’s fighting, who’s fighting?” he asked, reaching the wall with the hammer.
“You want to be in management, here’s your shot,” Bender said to me with a half twisted grin on his face.
“Bender, why?” Jenkins asked.
“He asked for it.”
Large sections of the different teams started parting. Through the division walked Big Chin and a handful of his bodyguards. He walked straight to the area near the hammer.
“Who challenged?” Chin yelled.
Bender pointed to me. “Danbeu here wants to move into management.” He glanced at Roberts, then back to Big Chin. “He likes your food better than ours.”
“Wants my food, wants my place, it sounds like a challenge.” Big Chin stared down at me. “You want my job, huh?”
I looked over at Bender, then to Roberts, and finally to Big Chin. “You don’t seem to be using it,” I said and stood up.
Roberts grabbed my arm and pulled me her direction. “What are you doing?”
“He can’t back out of the challenge now,” Jenkins said.
I leaned close to Roberts’ ear. “We can’t move around freely from this position. We have six days left and no information.”
“I have the Taser, you don’t,” she reminded me.
“I know, keep it for yourself if I fail. Stay close to Jenkins and Bikes.” I straightened up.
Roberts stood up, grabbed my head in both hands, and kissed me. “Kick his ass,” she said loud enough for Big Chin and everyone else to hear.
“It’s a fight to the death,” Bikes told us.
“Yeah, I figured that.” I motioned Big Chin to lead the way away from the tables.
The crowds all backed up until we had a clear circle around the two of us.
Big Chin had wider shoulders than me and with his jacket on he looked muscular. His blond hair was long, some of it falling into his eyes, and they were predator’s eyes; the eyes of an angry animal looking to vent on me.
We began by facing each other, circling, watching, and studying one another. I was tired from ten plus hours of running and dodging the hydraulic-driven bar. I was tired of the situation Nelson had put me in, of being bossed around since I had arrived. I knew this had to be fast, or I would be dead.
“Come on, you called this challenge, now fight me.” Big Chin slowly moved to his left.
I stepped right, then left and back, which closed the distance between us.
Chin back stepped hard, his arms raised to defend against an attack.
I backed up from him.
He smiled and approached fast, as did I towards him, and we exchanged a couple of blows that only landed on each other’s arms and shoulders.
The cheering section yelled for Chin to finish me. He responded and attacked again.
I got an opening on his approach and hit him square on his big chin. And might as well have punched the plow bar.
Big Chin hammered my right arm down, and hit me in the jaw. Before I could move, or react, he grabbed my jacket with his left hand and started throwing uppercuts to my midsection. He finished with a second hit to my jaw, and I hit the ground.
Big Chin forgot we were fighting. He played to the cheers.
The jaw hurt, I spit blood, but the body shots had been absorbed by the second skin armor. I punched Big Chin in the groin which made him freeze, but I did not freeze. I put my left elbow, with my weight behind it, to the side of his left knee. He screamed and fell to the ground beside me. I punched the knee again as Big Chin grabbed for the inside of his jacket.
I saw the butt of his gun and jumped on top of him. We both pulled the weapon out of his shoulder holster, struggling for
Jenkins was on his feet instantly. “What did you do that for?”
“He wants to move into management,” Bender replied.
“Danbeu was kidding. He doesn’t even know what you just did!” Jenkins yelled at Bender.
Bikes came running through the crowd. “Who’s fighting, who’s fighting?” he asked, reaching the wall with the hammer.
“You want to be in management, here’s your shot,” Bender said to me with a half twisted grin on his face.
“Bender, why?” Jenkins asked.
“He asked for it.”
Large sections of the different teams started parting. Through the division walked Big Chin and a handful of his bodyguards. He walked straight to the area near the hammer.
“Who challenged?” Chin yelled.
Bender pointed to me. “Danbeu here wants to move into management.” He glanced at Roberts, then back to Big Chin. “He likes your food better than ours.”
“Wants my food, wants my place, it sounds like a challenge.” Big Chin stared down at me. “You want my job, huh?”
I looked over at Bender, then to Roberts, and finally to Big Chin. “You don’t seem to be using it,” I said and stood up.
Roberts grabbed my arm and pulled me her direction. “What are you doing?”
“He can’t back out of the challenge now,” Jenkins said.
I leaned close to Roberts’ ear. “We can’t move around freely from this position. We have six days left and no information.”
“I have the Taser, you don’t,” she reminded me.
“I know, keep it for yourself if I fail. Stay close to Jenkins and Bikes.” I straightened up.
Roberts stood up, grabbed my head in both hands, and kissed me. “Kick his ass,” she said loud enough for Big Chin and everyone else to hear.
“It’s a fight to the death,” Bikes told us.
“Yeah, I figured that.” I motioned Big Chin to lead the way away from the tables.
The crowds all backed up until we had a clear circle around the two of us.
Big Chin had wider shoulders than me and with his jacket on he looked muscular. His blond hair was long, some of it falling into his eyes, and they were predator’s eyes; the eyes of an angry animal looking to vent on me.
We began by facing each other, circling, watching, and studying one another. I was tired from ten plus hours of running and dodging the hydraulic-driven bar. I was tired of the situation Nelson had put me in, of being bossed around since I had arrived. I knew this had to be fast, or I would be dead.
“Come on, you called this challenge, now fight me.” Big Chin slowly moved to his left.
I stepped right, then left and back, which closed the distance between us.
Chin back stepped hard, his arms raised to defend against an attack.
I backed up from him.
He smiled and approached fast, as did I towards him, and we exchanged a couple of blows that only landed on each other’s arms and shoulders.
The cheering section yelled for Chin to finish me. He responded and attacked again.
I got an opening on his approach and hit him square on his big chin. And might as well have punched the plow bar.
Big Chin hammered my right arm down, and hit me in the jaw. Before I could move, or react, he grabbed my jacket with his left hand and started throwing uppercuts to my midsection. He finished with a second hit to my jaw, and I hit the ground.
Big Chin forgot we were fighting. He played to the cheers.
The jaw hurt, I spit blood, but the body shots had been absorbed by the second skin armor. I punched Big Chin in the groin which made him freeze, but I did not freeze. I put my left elbow, with my weight behind it, to the side of his left knee. He screamed and fell to the ground beside me. I punched the knee again as Big Chin grabbed for the inside of his jacket.
I saw the butt of his gun and jumped on top of him. We both pulled the weapon out of his shoulder holster, struggling for
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