COLD REVENGE'S
Part 18's. The Double Agent 2

Within a week a message came to me.

'Find the guy named Colin Knight, find him at this address "High Impact Gym, 10 p.m., .. meeting code you have to tell him, I want special physical defense training.' A link containing the map instructions was included for me.

'okay.'

I'm pounding with pleasure, this double agent job feels like it does make adrenaline rush.

And now I'm in front of a gym. It's 10pm tonight so late, most of them seem ready to go home. This is a special gym martial art many men there although the reception in front is still women, he also seems to be preparing to go home. I came in with training shirts and long jackets and dressing gown preparations, I don't know if he's also testing stamina. But it shouldn't be this short of time.

"Yes, my lady, how can I help you?" He saw me walking towards him.

"Hm I want to see Mr Colin Knight?"

"Ohh Mr. Colin, he's on the other end. On the mat the last training block." People saw me enter the gym in surprise, but said nothing. I'm straight towards a guy, his clothes he looks like he's here practicing boxing.

"Mr Knight?"

"Yes." Yeah." He looked at me without a smile, so this could be part of the test. He won't be so friendly with me. He's handsome with that boxing t-shirt. His body was stocky, it seemed that his training was good. It seemed that he had changed clothes, at least he did not smell the sweat of the exercise.

"I'm here for special physical defense training."

"Oh. Sit on the mat." He took his cell phone and sat down.

"Name and age. Who's your liaison?"

"Emma Wright, 31. Thomas Jefferson."

"Thomas's? This is serious, it seems..." She smiled slightly, but those words were not for me. "Self did you learn?"

"Krav maga Level 4, Jujitsu Brown belt." He looked at me now, he didn't believe me.

"That's right. You want proof?"

"You mean some kind of charter? That charter of your level doesn't apply here?" Basic, that means it happens when I can just beat you up. Snippy. See how I take care of you in a minute.

"Alright, it doesn't apply sir." It is better to lower the evidence first.

"Have injury? Major surgery that does not allow intensive exercise."

"No."

"alright. Stand up, now the test." I stood facing him, he secured his phone to the corner of the room.

"You're free to attack me."

"Infell?"

"Ahh I forgot you're a woman, maybe just taught survival techniques?"

"No, ..." He cut me off right away.

"Alright, basic escape techniques are fine." What I mean is whether I should wear protective gear or street fighting. But he has underestimated me. He stood behind me and locked me with his arm.

"Let go of my giggles." Didn't he tell me to attack him earlier the first commandment was still in effect. I quickly slammed him forward and with an unexpected slam, he had no favorable position to fight my jiu jits leg lock, twisting his arm which made him in pain.

"Fuc!" He swore because he knew it was impossible to let go of this.

"In this position you have to say you give up. Otherwise this will make you injured." I smile winning now.

"All right, I'm giving up." And I took it off willingly. Of course with a big smile. He squinted his eyes at me.

"Smart girl." She smiled a little. "I think I underestimated you too. Now we're serious."