No. Its not amusing, she said. She started to turn away.
Eyebrows decided this was a good time to jump in. He said, My friend here has a second-degree black belt. He waved at her, as if to take in the form shed been practicing. I bet he could teach you some things.
Im sure he could, Toni said. Yeah, how to move wrong. But she kept her mouth shut as she headed for her towel. Might as well shower. She wasnt going to be able to concentrate with these two bozos flexing and being macho. Shed grown up with a houseful of brothers; she knew once the testosterone got to flowing, it was like the full-moon tide, there was no stopping it. Pretty soon, these two would be spitting on the ground and adjusting their crotches, or as close as they could get to it indoors.
Manhood was a tricky business. She ought to know better than to mess with it by now.
So, what is that little shuffle thing you were doing? Spandex said. He and Eyebrows grinned at each other.
Little shuffle thing
. Oh, boy.
She turned back to face the pair. Its called a
djuru
, she said. The style is
Pukulan Pentjak Silat Bukti Negara-Serak
.
Spandex gave her a big grin. Sounds like some kind of Thai food with peanut sauce. You, uh, have any rank in it?
We dont have belts. Youre either a student or a teacher. Im a student.
Well, it looks very nice, Spandex said. Even though I never heard of it.
Nice
.
Toni smiled. There were a lot of things she generally let pass when she heard them from obnoxious men, and condescension had to be high on her list, since she got so much of it. She was only twenty-seven-that got comments, a woman-more comments, and Italian-that one was usually good for three or four Mafia jokes. She wondered why it was men felt the need to behave with her as they sometimes did. Not all men, not all the time, but enough so that it was sometimes a chore dealing with them. More than sometimes, it seemed to her.
Another day, in a better mood, shed have smiled and shaken her head and turned away, let the boys have their fun. But right now, she didnt much feel the milk of human kindness flowing through her. It had been a long, crappy night, and was shaping up to be a long and crappier day. She didnt need this.
And know what
? She didnt have to take it.
So she said, Im sorry your education has been so narrow.
Spandex frowned. He knew an insult when he heard it. Excuse me?
She smiled wider, as sweet as she could make it. Which part didnt you understand?
Look, maam, theres no reason to get snotty.
Oh, I agree. So, youre a black belt, is that right?
Thats right.
Tell you what. Why dont you come over here and see if you can hit me? And Ill show you how my little shuffle works.
Spandex and Eyebrows exchanged glances. Spandex hesitated, and she knew why. This was a no-win situation for him. If he whacked her, he was a big bully picking on a little woman. If she whacked him, his manhood would be in great jeopardy.
I dont think so, maam. I am an expert. I wouldnt want to hurt you.
I wouldnt worry about that, she said. I dont think its likely.
She knew this was not a good thing to be doing. Her guru would be irritated in the extreme to know she was egging this guy on, but she couldnt seem to help herself. The trainee was so arrogant it rose from him like steam from a fresh-cooked hot dog on a winters day in the Bronx.
Eyebrows waggled the hairy bar at Spandex. Hey, you dont have to hit her hard. You can pull it. Just show her a couple of your moves.
Spandex grinned. A chance to shine? How could he pass that up? All right, maam.
He walked closer. When he was about three meters away, he stopped. Bowed. Dropped into a narrow horse stance and edged forward, hands lifted, one high, one low. You ready?
She almost laughed. Might as well send her a telegram. Oh, yeah.
He was fast-and he was smarter than he looked. He didnt try one of the flashy and stupid high kicks. He scooted, stepped in, and fired a quick, hard right punch at her chest, right leg leading. It was a good shot, in balance, aimed where it wouldnt cause her any great damage if she missed deflecting it. Kept his other hand up to cover.
Perfect.
He probably expected her to step back and parry, but that was not how it went in her version of
silat
, not in this situation. She double-blocked with both hands open, stepped toward him, set her left foot down in a front stance and ducked under his outstretched arm as she swung her right elbow into his ribs under the armpit. Made a nice hollow thump when she hit him. Stopped him cold.
Surprised the hell out of him, too.
Her feet were already in place.
Base
-
She reached up behind him fast, caught his left shoulder with her left hand.
Angle
-
At the same time, she reached up and across with her right hand and laid it on his forehead, elbow down.
Leverage
-
Those things done, she pushed forward, then tugged down and back at his shoulder at the same time she swept his head backward.
Base, angle, leverage
. If you had all three, the technique always worked. No exceptions.
She had all three.
Spandex went down like a chainsawed redwood, hit the mat flat on his back. She could have followed up with elbows, knees, whatever, but instead she moved back two steps. She didnt want to hurt him. Just embarrass him.
The entire sequence, from the time of his punch until she stepped away, had taken just under two seconds.
He rolled up and started for her. Bitch!
Well. So much for maam.
He probably had a sequenced attack planned, a favorite combination of kicks and punches, fakes, sweeps, before the killer shot that usually worked for him when he sparred for points. If she stood there and let him get to it, it could be dangerous.
She didnt let him get to it.
As he launched a left jab to set her up, she stepped outside with the two-handed block, alligatored his arm with both hands just above his elbow, pivoted, dropped all her weight to one knee and pinwheeled him. Some of the boxing styles did teach their students how to do a little grappling and how to fall, but apparently Spandexs was not one of them.
He did a half-flip, and slammed into the mat on his upper back again, hard enough to knock his wind out. This was all simple stuff, right out of the first
djuru
. Why work any harder than you had to?
Toni came to her feet, waiting to see if he was going to try a third attack.
Spandex was not so foolish. This time when he got up, he held out one hand in a
no mas
gesture. Lesson over. He knew when he was overmatched.
Toni felt pretty good, despite knowing she should not have felt that way. Then she glanced at the entrance to the gym.
Alex Michaels leaned against the wall, watching her.
***
Michaels walked over to where Toni stood. He was in decent shape. He ran three or four miles most days, did a little triking and had a Bowflex machine in his condo for resistance work, but it had been a long time since his hand-to-hand training in the military, and later when hed joined Net Force. Computer geeks didnt spend too much time in real-world hot-field situations. He thought he could handle himself in most one-on-one situations, but he would not have particularly wanted to take on the big guy just getting up off the mat, and after watching Toni toss the poor joker around like a Frisbee, he
sure
wouldnt have wanted to take her on. He knew from her file what the fighting system was, though he didnt know much about it. Amazing.
Very interesting, he said. Its called
silat
. Where did you learn it?
She wiped at her face with a towel. There was a little old Dutch-Indonesian woman who lived in my neighborhood when I was about thirteen. Her name was Susan DeBeers. She was in her sixties, retired, her husband recently dead. She liked to sit on the stoop of the building across the street, smoke a small carved meerschaum pipe and enjoy the spring sunshine. One Saturday, four gang-bangers decided they wanted her spot. She got up to leave, but it wasnt fast enough for them. One of them tried to speed her up with a kick.
Toni slung the towel over her shoulder. These guys were eighteen, twenty, had knives and sharpened screwdrivers tucked into their pockets. I was waiting for a bus, I watched the whole thing. It took maybe fifteen seconds, and I couldnt tell you to this day exactly what she did to them. Here was this little old potbellied woman smoking like a chimney who pounded and threw four thugs around like tennis balls, kept her pipe in her mouth the whole time, didnt work up a lather. She put all four of them into the emergency room. I decided I needed to learn whatever it was she knew.
She had a school?
No. I walked across the street a couple of days later-took me that long to get my nerve up-and asked her if she would teach me. She just nodded and smiled and said, Sure. I trained with her until after I graduated from college and moved to Washington. Whenever I go home to visit my folks, I work out with her.
She must be getting up there, Michaels said.
Eighty-two on her last birthday, Toni said, and I still wouldnt want to try her head-to-head.
Amazing.
Its a very scientific art, based on leverage and angles. It assumes youll be fighting with multiple opponents, all of whom will be bigger and stronger than you. So it relies on technique and not muscle, which in my case is a good thing. Normally, women didnt get into it very far, but Guru DeBeers husband traveled a lot. He wanted her to have something to protect herself. Toni stopped. But I wont bore you with any more esoteric fighting stuff.
No, Im interested. How does this compare with something like boxing or judo?
Well. Most of the older arts come from countries long civilized. Things like Chinese kung-fu, Korean taekwondo, Japanese jujitsu-theyve had hundreds, even thousands of years to refine the techniques. Along the way, some of the really ugly stuff got replaced with more spiritual aspects. Fighting to the death tends to get frowned on in civilized company. Which is not to say that an expert in any of these arts isnt dangerous. A good kung-fu or karate stylist will surely hand you your head if you dont know how to stop him.
I hear a but in there, he said.
She grinned. A lot of
silat
came out of the jungle only two or three generations ago. There are hundreds of styles, although most of it wasnt practiced in public until Indonesia gained independence in 1949. Its real primal stuff, designed for one thing-to cripple or kill an attacker. Its not civilized. It is as deadly and efficient as they could make it. If a technique didnt work, the player who used it either wound up maimed or dead, so that piece didnt get passed on.
Interesting.
She grinned. What you saw here? That was the Bukti, the simple stuff. The parent art, Serak, is a whole new ball-game.
Really
nasty, and a lot of weapon work-sticks, knives, swords, tridents, even guns.
And youre supposed to be a nice Italian girl from the Bronx. Remind me not to get on your bad side.
Hey, Alex?
Yeah?
Dont get on my bad side. She laughed. Okay, so whats up? You didnt come here to watch me beat recruits up, did you?
No, its business. Weve got another problem, he said. Somebody just blew up the main subnet server at the Net Force post in Frankfurt, Germany.
You mean the CIA post.
Right. Net Force being chartered to operate in this country only, except in cases of international emergency and requiring Presidential authorization for such operation, of course what I meant was the CIA listening post.
That got a grin from her. Memorized that right out of the charter, huh?
Why, whatever do you mean, Deputy Commander Fiorella? Net Force would never do anything illegal.
She smiled wider. He kind of liked that, making her smile. The idea that an FBI unit set up to do computer monitoring would be restricted to the United States was fairly foolish. There were no borders on the net; the web stretched everywhere, and while you could access most of it from anywhere, certain systems were easier to log into with a certain amount of proximity. The CIA was willing to lend its name to Net Force from time to time, in exchange for certain favors they couldnt get on their own. The CIA wasnt supposed to operate
within
the United States, but
nobody
really believed it did not. Let me clean up and lets go see, she said.
5
Wednesday, September 8th, 4 p.m. Sarajevo
An incoming tankbuster rocket hit the building behind Colonel John Howards Net Force Strike Team, no more than twenty feet above their heads. The missile exploded on impact, blasting a blackened crater in the eighty-year-old structure. A shower of brick fragments and glass pattered down around the half-dozen soldiers where they crouched behind a twisted metal Dumpster. It was a sharp rain, but the least of Howards worries at this point. They had to take the sucker with the missile launcher out fast!
Reeves and Johnson, flank, left! Howard said. It wasnt necessary to yell-all of them wore LOSIR headsets built into their helmets; he could have whispered and theyd have heard him loud and clear. The line-of-sight infrared tactical com units had a short range and worked pretty much only if you could actually
see
the person you were talking to; on the other hand, they wouldnt be picked up by an enemy with a scanner unless you could see
him
, too, and that was the reason to use them. Odom and Vasquez, suppressing fire! Chan and Brown, go right! On my command
three
two
one-
now
!