"As for you." He said glaring at me smugly, "I expect you had a good night's sleep?"<br/><br/>I held back the sensation of rage that he was giving me, and it took a lot of my willpower to just not kill him then and there. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that they took Alice, and that they would likely kill me on the spot. "It was sleep." I answered coldly.<br/><br/>"What's with the harsh tone?" He said with a laugh, "You'll get your toy back at the end of the day." He pulled out a cigarette, and began to smoke, "Want one? You look tense." He walked over and held one in front of me. I held out my hand and he dropped it in it. He blew smoke in my face with a satisfied smile.<br/><br/>"I am not a fan of games<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>." I began to gather my senses, if I got too angry, he would control me like a marionette. "What do you want me to do today?" I put the cigarette in my mouth and began smoking, "Want me to go and kidnap an orphan from the orphanage? Or maybe a priestess from the church?"<br/><br/>He laughed, "I don't make people's life hell in less they give me a reason." He sat back down at his desk, "Anyways, I don't yet trust you." He said brushing his hair back, and leaning against the chair, "Just because people tell me you can fight well, doesn't mean I believe it."<br/><br/>"Then why even call me here?"<br/><br/>"Very simply, I called you today, so I could test you." He said. "Take him down to the garage." He said, "The one with the cameras. I want to see everything."<br/><br/>One of the big guys in the room shoved me out the door, and I followed without resistance. "Damn kid, you must be the unluckiest bastard ever." My partner said, walking with me behind the group "You better give a damn good show."<br/><br/>"Hey Bruce Willis!" I said to the guy leading us, "Does Pat here gotta go along?"<br/><br/>"Watch bald jokes." He growled, "No, Pat not partner."<br/><br/>"Good." I said, "Hey Pat," I whispered, "I want you to go find my girl, make sure they don't do nothin nasty to her. Please?"<br/><br/>"Well damn," he whispered back, "Yea, suppose I could handle that. I ain't gonna stop me from beatin her though, just doin nasty stuff."<br/><br/>I nodded, if he stopped them from beating her, he would be killed. "Just hurry." and just like that he went to trail her. I followed him down to the basement where a bunch of gang members where gathered around a ring. They all cheered as we walked in.<br/><br/>"You fight." He said pushing me into the the side. I climbed in and over the ropes.<br/><br/>"Was this installed overnight?" I asked the guy, "I've never seen this before."<br/><br/>A loud sound system blared, "Damn right it was! Took like fifteen guys to put it together!" It was Linus, "I can hear ya through Bruce Willis there, and I can see you through cameras, so give me a show!" He laughed, "Your first oppenent is a simple sidewalk drug dealer, twenty years of age, and around a hundred and seventy pounds, Josh!"<br/><br/>"Sir my name is Jordan."<br/><br/>"Damn your name! Fight!" A woman in a swimsuit walked across the stage with a round one sign. I felt a mix of embarrassment and awe at how much effort was put into this.<br/><br/>"Linus said if I beat ya, he will award me six grand." The man said, "So why don't you just surrender now, cause you ain't even close to having a chance." I shook my head and took a ready stance. He shuffled in like a boxer, and attempted to throw a jab at my face. His form was absolutely terrible though, so I managed to dodge while punching him directly in the stomache. He let out a cough, but remained standing. "I took boxin for two years, you ain't got a chance."<br/><br/>"I guess I could beat you using boxing only then." I said, "Keep things fair."<br/><br/>"You little shit." He moved in and threw a punch at my stomache, I let it land, but he wasn't strong enough for it to really matter. I moved in very close and threw seven quick jabs at his stomache and then a left hook to his face, knocking him over.<br/><br/>"In a stunning twenty seconds, Khalil takes the victory!" Linus said, receiving a cheer. "But that was easy mode wasn't it? What about something harder?" A larger man walked onto the stage, around six feet tall and likely two hundred pounds, most of which was muscle, "Viktor here is a foreign bodybuilder that practices Karate. His skills include lifting, pushing, dropping, and breaking! Good luck."<br/><br/>The woman raised the sign and then walked off the stage, "Don't worry, I knock out little boy painless."<br/><br/>"Don't worry." I repeated, "I teach big Russian man English good." He laughed.<br/><br/>"Only I fight with Karate, you do as you please?" He said. I nodded, and we bowed to each other. He held a defensive stance, which meant that I could not end this quickly. "Little boy fight with many weak punches, tire self out." He said before I even started fighting, "I watch in last fight."<br/><br/>"Yea well little boy isn't going to hold back any punches." I decided to use the fighting style the Brazilians used. Capoeira, the martial art of dance moves and mental games. I began moving fluidly, dancing to my own mental rhythm.<br/><br/>"Is little boy in need of bathroom?" He said confused, "I hold fight if you is." I threw two quick jabs at his stomache before back flipping to avoid his counter. "No hold bar." He said. He cautiously moved forward, and I did a quick leg sweep. He jumped over it, but immediately I used my arms to spring up and kick him further into the air. He landed a foot back with a loud thud, and immediately I did a front flip kick onto his chest, knocking the air out of him. He tried to stand up, but I did another sweep kick to get him on the ground, and then rolled him over. I pinned him by his arm, "I submit to you." He said. I loosened my grip and backed up. He stood up and we bowed to each other.<br/><br/>"Another win! This one up to an entire minute! But our champ looks tired, should we give him a break?" A loud cheerful yes echoed throughout the garage, "And I will also bring his toy back, but don't let him touch it!" I walked off stage exhausted, capoeira was an energy intensive art, and wouldn't work again if I wan't fully up to par.<br/><br/>"Good job man." People said as I walked to a truck that had refreshments, "So badass." Some continued, "I could do that, I could beat that guy no problem."<br/><br/>All I cared about was whether or not Linus would make good on his promise to bring Alice back.