"Clancy, Tom - Net Force 02 - Hidden Agendas" - читать интересную книгу автора (Clancy Tom)Toni dropped to one knee next to him and threw a
short right elbow at his face, slapping it with her left hand for emphasis--and to move her left hand into position for a follow-up wipe, did she deem it necessary. It wasn't going to be necessary. Michaels had no plans to punch her. He could barely breathe. Smiling took everything he had. Toni offered Michaels a hand, and he took it. She stood and helped him do the same. "You okay?" He managed to suck in enough air to say, "Yeah, fine." Holding the smile was one of the hardest things he'd done in a while, but he held it. "Good. You see what I did?" "I think so." Generally, they practiced such take downs on the nice, padded mat thoughtfully provided here by the FBI in the smaller of the two gyms in Net Force HQ. Now and again, however, they stepped off the mats onto the floor. Toni, who had been practicing this esoteric martial art since she was twelve, had explained why such training was necessary. "If you practice on the mats all the time, you or a sidewalk, it won't be quite so easy. And since a lot of fights end up on the ground, you need to know how it feels." Yeah. Right. He could understand it, though he wasn't sure he was going to ever learn the stuff so well he could hit the concrete and bounce like a rubber ball. But after a month of training five days a week, at least Michaels could finally get the name of the system right: Pukulan Pentjak Silat. Or silat, for short. It was, Toni had told him, a slimmed-down and simplified version of a more complex art that had come out of the Indonesian jungles less than a century ago. She had learned it from an old Dutch-Indonesian woman who'd lived across the street from the Fiorellas in the Bronx, after she had witnessed the old woman use the art against four gang bangers who had tried to run the granny off her door stoop. A big mistake, that. Michaels had been impressed with what he'd seen Toni do. If this was the simple and easier stuff, he could wait on the really nasty moves. |
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