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Chapter 6
"Approach Robby, come the center of the "stage" said Dutch ironically.
The boy got up listlessly. Dutch took him by the arm and threw him to the ground.
"Is this your karate, little boy?"
Keene gritted his teeth and knocked the man in front of him with a low shot. Dutch got up and gave the boy a slight applause.
"Now let's be serious, little boy. Try to hit my face."
Robby did not have the order repeated twice and slapped his opponent loudly.
"Is this your karate, old?"
Dutch didn't expect that kind of move. He clenched fists, he was determined to make him pay for the insult, especially after seeing the amused expression not only of Keene, but also of the other boys. Only Ann wasn't smiling. Dutch was just their sensei, not a big piece in the Division, but he knew it was better not to mock fun of nobody inside the facility. Especially if this someone was a teacher.
"Well boy and now that you know the real karate. The karate of the Cobra Kai. "
He was about to hit Keene again when a familiar voice distracted him.
"You Allow me to disagree with the your affirmation. Real karate Robby will learn it in here just like you Dutch did. Do you remember how poor the your karate it was at the beginning of your adventure within the Division? "
"Yes Mother." Dutch replied submissively.
Keene noticed the man's attitude. He was no longer bold and arrogant, but shy, almost fearful. Robby looked at Ann and saw the same expression that Dutch had on his face. Elena sat next to the boys who were not happy to have her so close.
"Well Mr. Dutch, give me a good demonstration of true karate."
The man drew Robby's attention.
"No, not him. You Choose another pupil."
Dutch nodded to another boy and started fighting.
"Oh my god." Robby said softly, "It's another level."
"What did you expect a adolescent karate?" Ann replied.
"I thought it was identical for everyone."
"In here you have to fight to save your skin and kill. The fighting arts you will learn never be on the same level as normal dojos."
Robby noticed other people he hadn't seen yet.
"Who are those near Silver." He asked softly.
"Important people of the Division and others less big, but equally important. Terry you already know him. The two older ones are Percy called also Operation and Mr. Jones. The other two are Michael and Michael."
"Michael and Michael? It sounds like the name of a rat extermination firm."Robby said sarcastically.
"In a certain way they are. The first, Michael Samuelle, is Canadian. Former radical activist student, ex eco-terrorist... He here inside is a very skilled, feared and respected foreman. Michael Bishop one of the Division's most qualified trainers. He is also a team leader. Their are also "liquidators". They eliminate everything that can compromise our Intelligence Agency. Both inside and out."
"What do old people do?" Asked Robby.
"Percy is the director of the missions and the puppeteer of the tests that recruits and agents must pass. Mr. Jones is one of the financiers. He is the most generous one and the more sly. He collect four times what he spend on us."
"What exactly does Terry do?"
"He is the deputy director, but honestly I have not yet understood his purpose within the group. It would be more logical to have Operation as vice. Maybe he's of the Mother's lover."
Robby grimaced in disgust.
"The old woman instead?"
"Besides being the undisputed chief, the Mother deals with the disguises of the agents and the interrogators. She is a skilled manipulator, she a lover of physical and psychological torture. She knows the psyche of each operative agent and knows how to get everything from anyone."
Robby felt nauseous thinking about how the woman had managed to recruit him.
"Ann you forgot to tell the boy that the Mother is an obsessive-compulsive collector of rare and precious objects and ... that in her oval room stands an armchair in real human skin." Jaden said ironically.
Keene looked at Ann. He not knowing if Jaden was joking or not. In there the boy expected about everything.
"The Mother loves everything that has great historical, artistic, but above all economic value. I wouldn't be surprised if one day she wanted the English royal crown."
"So you steal for her?"
"Yes."
"Is it the armchair in real human skin?"
"Nobody has ever seen that thing... but it is not for sure that the armchair not exists." Ann said ironically.
I also apologize for my terrifying English
