"And?"
"She got pretty beat-up."
"Don't tell me you fuckers blamed the whole thing on her."
"I had nothing to do with it, but you know how it works. We're like the Navy...something goes wrong on your command and it doesn't matter if it was your fault or not. You go down with the ship either way."
Rapp was tempted to argue with him about their tactics, but he hadn't seen the report and it wasn't why he called. "Do you have a number where I can reach her?"
"Yeah...hold on a minute."
"So is she going to lose her job?"
"I don't think they'll fire her. They'll stick her in a boring job pending the completion of the official investigation and then they'll stick her in an even more boring job." Warch found the number and gave it to Rapp.
"When is she usually in?"
"Nine. She works out at some karate studio over on thirteenth and L.I guess she's a real badass."
"Yeah, right?"
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
"Mitch, I'm not kidding. There isn't a guy at the Service who will spar with her. That's why she goes over to this other place. Word is she's been taking her frustration out on them."
"Thirteenth and L."
"Yep."
"Thanks." Rapp put the white lid on his coffee cup. "Do me a favor."
"We never talked."
"You got it." Rapp smiled. Warch was a solid guy.
"Mitch, one other thing...Thanks."
"For?"
"Catching this guy. The Service really appreciates it, and I mean that. You ever need anything...all you have to do is ask."
"Jack, it was my pleasure." Rapp pressed the end button and considered calling Rivera on her mobile. He decided against it and pulled the battery and SIM card out of the phone. He took his first sip of the hot coffee and then headed out the door. He figured it would take him about five minutes to walk to the studio. It was better to surprise her and get an honest, unprepared reaction.
31.
Rapp knew enough to finish his coffee before entering the dojo. It would be a sign of disrespect to bring any food or beverage inside. The karate training hall fronted 13th Street. In the typical American fashion, pedestrians could stand on the sidewalk and watch the class. The place had two large picture windows with a door to the left. The reasons for the windows were twofold. First, it helped demystify the martial art to the average person, which would encourage more walk-ins, and secondly it provided an additional distraction that the students needed to get used to. Rapp stood at the window for several minutes watching the sensei run the class through their routines. They were currently sparring. Eight students paired up, practicing their sanbon kumite, or three-step moves. Their sensei walked between them either complimenting or correcting. Everything was done low key. No yelling or badgering.
Rapp picked Rivera out right away. It was hard to miss her black ponytail flying around as she twirled and kicked. Just as Warch had told him, she was a black belt. The man she was sparring with looked to be a few inches taller and a good forty pounds heavier. He was the only other black belt in the class, and she was kicking the shit out of him. Rapp took his last few sips of coffee and smiled as she delivered a blistering combination that left her opponent dazed and on his back. The sensei stepped in, giving Rivera a disapproving look. Rapp was surprised to see Rivera begin talking back to her sensei, a move that was frowned upon. The instructor's face flushed, and then in a further sign of disrespect Rivera turned her back on the man.
Rapp had been in a fair number of street fights as a kid, but it wasn't until he went to work for the CIA that he really learned how to fight. They'd started him out with karate and then judo. He had little difficulty learning both, and while the fundamentals were sound and the discipline was needed, he instinctively knew that in the real world, fighting was far more frantic. Judo and karate had too many rules. Too many constraints. It was on a trip to Fort Bragg for some additional training that he sat in on a jujitsu class. From the first minutes he knew this was a form that was more suited for real world combat. While karate used mostly feet and hand strikes, and judo used mostly holds and throws, jujitsu combined both and then added knees, elbows, head butts, choke holds, submission holds, and even a few more. Rapp began training in earnest, eventually spending several months in Brazil learning Gracie Jujitsu from the grand master himself, Helio Gracie. Over the years he added some Thai boxing to his regimen, but for the most part he focused on Gracie Jujitsu, eventually earning a third-degree black belt.
Rapp looked through the glass at the red-faced sensei and wondered if he would make an example of her. All instructors were not created equal. Some looked good in their white robes and black belts, and could hold their own when practicing one- and three-step moves. Jiyu kumite, or freestyle sparring, was a whole other matter. Worse, put them in a no-holds-barred situation where any form of fighting could be used and they were in serious trouble with their narrow, disciplined approach. Outside their particular area of martial arts, their ability to predict their opponents' moves was all but gone.
This sensei appeared to be in his fifties and looked as if he'd been in a few scrapes. His nose was flattened out a bit, which meant it had been broken on more than one occasion, and he had scar tissue built up around his eyes. Rivera turned around to face him and put her hands stiffly at her sides. Rapp couldn't tell what the sensei was saying to her, but after ten seconds Rivera bowed and walked away. Rapp laughed to himself and decided to go in. He dropped his coffee cup in the garbage by the door and entered the small foyer. It had benches on both sides and hooks on the wall. Shoes were lined up under the bench. Rapp looked through the glass into the training room and caught Rivera's eye. He gestured for her to join him. She shook her head and motioned for him to come into the training room. Rapp hesitated for a second and then figured what the hell. He took off his shoes and placed them under the bench and then hung his trench coat on a hook. With his gun at the small of his back he kept his suit coat on.
Rapp stepped into the training room. The floor was covered with a wall-to-wall blue mat. Looking across the room at the sensei, Rapp bowed, showing his respect, and then looked at Rivera and said, "May I please have a word with you?"
She put one foot in front of the other and rested a hand on each hip. "Why don't you go back to the locker room and put on a gi. We can talk while we spar."
Rapp smiled and said, "I don't think so."
"Really." Rivera walked across the mat and stopped just a few feet short of him. "Come on, tough guy. Are you afraid?"
"No." Rapp shook his head. "I have more important..."
Suddenly, Rapp was jerked off his feet. He realized what was happening a split second too late. He recognized the hold. It wasn't karate, it was judo. A double-handed shoulder throw. Midway through the air Rapp heard a tearing noise and knew instantly it was his suit coat. He was so caught off guard by Rivera's lack of discipline that he never saw it coming. His only choice was to go with it and lessen the fall as much as possible. When he hit the ground, the gun that he was carrying at the small of his back dug into his spine. Rapp's entire body arched with pain. Rivera held onto his arm and put her bent right knee against his side. The white-hot pain at the base of his back was excruciating. Above it all, though, he heard the voice of the sensei ordering Rivera to stand down.
The man's face appeared above Rapp. "Are you all right?"
Rapp took a shallow breath and then another. The sensei offered a hand and Rapp took it. When he got to his feet he only had one thing on his mind. He looked at the sensei and said, "Gi, please."
The sensei looked at Rivera with extreme disappointment and then ordered one of the students to go fetch one of the white uniforms and a belt. Rapp walked over to the corner and took off his suit coat. Reaching around he grabbed his gun and its holster and unclipped them from his waistband. Rapp held up the gun and showed Rivera what he had landed on. She looked slightly embarrassed, but her intensity didn't wane a bit.
By the time the student came back with a uniform, Rapp had his tie and dress shirt off. Not caring a bit what the class thought, he peeled off his white T-shirt to reveal his scarred upper torso. Three pucker marks from bullet holes and a big half-moon scar on his back from a surgery he'd had to remove a lodged bullet and repair some vital organs. Rapp stripped down to his boxers and put the gi on. He paused momentarily as he looked at the brown belt. It occurred to him that he had never worn one. His original karate and judo training was done in secret and he'd worn only white belts. His training had been more about teaching him how to kill and disable than passing exams. It wasn't until he showed up at the Gracie school that he was run through the wringer. After a solid month of training and fighting, where he had beat all comers except the Gracie boys themselves, he was presented with a black belt. At the time he'd had no idea how unusual this was, but the Gracies made their own rules and they prized the ability to beat an opponent over all else.
Rapp tied the belt the way he'd been taught almost eighteen years ago and looked up at Rivera, who was now in the middle of the room bouncing around rolling her head one way and then the other like a prizefighter.
She held up a clear mouth guard and said, "Freestyle."
Rapp looked to the sensei and said, "Jiyu kumite."
The sensei nodded and looked to his pupils, who without having to be told lined up along the far wall and dropped to their knees. Rapp walked to the middle of the room, his guard up this time. He had no idea what her problem was, or whether it was with him directly, men in general, or the entire world. At the moment, he couldn't have cared less. Karate was as much a discipline as a sport and what Rivera deserved right now was to be taught a lesson. The only question for Rapp was how long to make the lesson. He didn't give a shit how many black belts she may have racked up, she didn't have a chance. If you could last a minute on the mat with one of the Gracie boys, who were basically bred to fight, there wasn't a woman on the planet who could take you.
Rapp gave the ceremonial bow and Rivera did the same, although she had a smile on her face. She had no idea what she was in for. Rapp took two steps back and was just settling into a relaxed back stance when she came charging forward. Rivera unleashed a series of combination kicks and strikes, spinning and lashing out, up and down. The only problem was she never came within a foot of hitting her target.
Rapp's hands stayed clasped at the small of his back. He countered her every move by stepping back to either his left or right and twisting his body clear of her hands and feet. Rivera chased him in a counterclockwise circle around the mat, unleashing five separate combinations of three moves or more, screeching a loud kiai, or shout, with each move.
She stopped after the last move, which happened to be her best. It was a spinning back kick that she'd used to knock out countless opponents. She'd assumed Rapp was good, but she beat men all the time. There wasn't an agent at the Secret Service anymore who would step onto the mat with her. The first four moves usually had her opponent so confused and bewildered that they left themselves wide open for the spinning back kick. A little love tap to the chin and it was over before it really got started. Rapp was left standing, however, and his hands were still clasped behind his back. Rivera couldn't believe it. He was taunting her. She paused to catch her breath and assess the situation for a second before redoubling her attack.
Rapp reversed his retreat, having identified the fact that like most fighters she preferred to mount her attack from right to left so she could get her strong side, which appeared to be her right side, into the fight with more velocity. She was coming at him even faster now, with more abandon, leaving herself open to counterattack. She came within inches of landing a rising elbow strike and left herself so wide open that Rapp couldn't resist taking a shot. He was already dropping his weight to miss her elbow, so he simply continued the downward move and began to spin 180 degrees until his back was to her. His left leg shot out so fast Rivera never saw it. His heel struck the center of her solar plexus with about half the force he could have delivered.
Rapp pulled out of the move and stepped back rather than press the attack. Rivera brought her forearms down and her elbows in to protect her midsection. She paused for a beat, angry that he had got the better of her.
Blocking out the pain, Rivera said, "Is that all you can put behind a kick?"
Rapp shook his head. "Not even close."
He didn't know if he should admire her or send her to the hospital. He decided to change styles and give her something else to worry about. Rapp rose up out of his relaxed back stance and moved forward a half step to his left. His arms and fists came up like a boxer, but higher. His entire body bobbed one way and then the other. Suddenly, he hopped forward, landing on his right foot. His hands were up near his face, reaching out for Rivera. He performed the move so quickly that she was left with only one choice and that was to stay in a defensive position. As Rapp's hands came down on her shoulders his left knee came up. He leaned back slightly and thrust his rear hip forward, bringing his knee up and into her stomach.
Rivera partially blocked the blow with her right forearm, but it didn't matter much. It landed with such force that her whole body came off the mat and she let loose a low guttural groan. Rivera tried to clutch his leg before he wound up for another shot, but he simply backed away.
Rapp could have finished her off. One more knee strike followed up with a downward elbow strike to her back and it would have been over, but he wanted to see what she was really made of. It was one thing to attack someone who you thought was an inferior opponent; it was another thing to attack someone when you knew you were outmatched.
Rivera staggered to the side and backed far enough away so she could stand up and take in a deep breath. As she did so, she felt a stabbing pain in her side and realized she might have a broken rib. She vanquished the thought and stared across the mat at Rapp. There was a split second of doubt, but she suppressed it. He was standing tall, which opened him up to a leg sweep. If she could get him on the ground maybe she could put him into a submission hold. Rivera pulled in her core and pushed away the pain. In that slight pause in the fight she saw her strategy. She would deliver a flying kick, which she would pull at the last second and then land and sweep his legs out from underneath him.
Rapp saw the look in her eye. He'd intentionally baited her by staying tall like a Thai boxer rather than dropping back into a karate stance. He saw her eyes quickly check his feet and then he watched as she gathered herself up for the attack. She backed up a few steps getting the bounce back in her step and then sprang forward. Rapp waited until the last possible second. He didn't want her to abort the move. As soon as she brought her right leg up for the expected flying kick Rapp stepped forward and to the right, closing the distance and occupying the space Rivera planned on using to unleash her leg sweep. Rapp deflected the leg kick with his left hand and continued past her.
Rivera landed off balance, and before she could recover, Rapp had hold of her. One arm slipped around her throat and the other came up under her left armpit. He pulled her back off her feet and allowed his full weight to collapse her to the mat. Rapp sat her down on her ass, dropping to his own knees and tightening the rear stranglehold on her throat.
Rivera had been in this hold only once before, and it hadn't ended well. She drew her legs in and tried to stand, but he leaned on her even harder and tightened the hold around her neck. She grasped for a finger to snap, but couldn't get a hold of one. Spots started to enter her vision from the sides. She was winded from fighting and needed air. She knew all she had to do was raise her fight hand and submit, but she couldn't allow herself to do that. With one final effort she dug her nails into his forearm and then started scratching for his eyes.
Rapp didn't bother to ask her to submit. She knew how this game was played. It was hers to ask for and his to grant. He also knew it was unlikely that she would. In a final attempt to break free she reached up to gouge his eyes. Something that was perfectly expected in a street fight, but here in the dojo it was strictly forbidden. He turned his head away and she gave him a good scratch on his cheek. Rapp held the hold firmly and a few seconds later Rivera went limp.
32.
R app hadn't worked up a sweat, so he got dressed and waited outside for Rivera. She came out ten minutes later, her hair wet and pulled back in a ponytail. app hadn't worked up a sweat, so he got dressed and waited outside for Rivera. She came out ten minutes later, her hair wet and pulled back in a ponytail.
"So, I suppose you hung around to gloat." Rivera threw open the right side of her black trench coat and placed her hand on the hilt of her service pistol.
"No, but from your tone it sounds like you could use another ass kicking."
"What do you want with me?" She sounded irritated.
"We need to talk. Have you had breakfast?"
She looked at her watch. "No time. I can't be late for work. I'm under double secret probation."
"Is that the reason for your attitude?"
"If you really care to know, yes it is. Three months ago I was a rising star and now I'm an embarrassment."
"Come on." Rapp grabbed her by the elbow. "I spotted a breakfast place around the corner. We need to talk about a few things."
"I told you I can't. They're looking for an excuse to fire me. I need to get to work."
"Fuck 'em. You didn't do anything they didn't train you to do. Come on, let's go."
She dug in her heels. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"You followed Secret Service procedure. Plain and simple."
"And what is wrong with our procedures?" she said defensively.
"Oh, you're a pain in the ass. Just drop the feminist, bull dyke bravado for thirty minutes, alright? I'm buying. Let's go."
Rivera's eyes squinted. "Did you just call me a bull dyke?"
"No...I said drop the bull dyke attitude. You know...the whole female cop that has to prove she's tougher than any man."
"You think I'm a lesbian?"
"I don't care if you're gay, straight, bi, or whatever the hell floats your boat. All I'm telling you is that I don't need your fucking fucking attitude. I showed up here this morning, because I have something important to talk to you about, and you pull that classless, cheap shot, bullshit move, thinking you're all tough." Rapp got in her face. "My attitude. I showed up here this morning, because I have something important to talk to you about, and you pull that classless, cheap shot, bullshit move, thinking you're all tough." Rapp got in her face. "My fucking fucking back is killing me. You dropped me on my back is killing me. You dropped me on my fucking fucking gun...You're lucky I didn't break your jaw." gun...You're lucky I didn't break your jaw."
"Yeah...well if it makes you happy, I think you broke one of my ribs." Rivera slid a hand under her jacket and winced as she touched her side.
"Good." Rapp looked around and then said, "Can we go have breakfast now?"
"I'm not kidding. They're building a file on me. Any excuse to get rid of me."
It occurred to Rapp that she was so outside the loop that she had no idea he'd captured the man responsible for the motorcade attack. "Did you read the paper or turn on the TV this morning?"
"No. I got up and ran five miles and then came here."
"Five miles and then you came here?"
"Yeah...that's probably why you beat me. Next time I'm going to make sure I'm ready."
"Are you delusional?"
"No...just realistic."
Rapp shook his head and started walking. "Come on. I need something to eat."
"I'm serious. I have to go. Maybe we could meet for lunch?"
Without breaking stride, Rapp yelled over his shoulder, "Did I mention that I found the man in the red hat?"
Rivera hesitated for a second and then called back, "What?"
"You heard me." Three seconds later the Secret Service agent was at his side.
"Are you jerking me around? Because if you are, I swear..."
"Easy, killer. You really need to calm down."