That night, the crew watched a movie Sam had made during the 1st tiberian
war entitled "Tiberium; Menace or Martyr?" which discussed the matter of
Tiberium, and it's dangers.
In the morning all the soilders in the house were doing this and that with military strategy, Sam and Col. Wesly even got out their old playbook; but Eric left; he got in his car and drove, for about 18 minutes, he dealt with both the horribly constructed GDI 'protection' roadblocks, criss-crossed texas freeways, and Austin morning traffic; it was a Sunday. Blah, blah, blah, life goes on.
He finally arrived at a large building, it had a unique mix of modern American and ancient oriental construction; there was a sign out front; it showed a man with no face standing next to a river; he had on a 10-gallon hat, boots with spurs, and a black belt tied around his waist; in bold, branded text below it read:
Rio Grande Martial Arts
Eric strolled through the parking lot; he came to a huge red oak door, and opened it.
In the lobby, Eric was greeted by an empty lobby; the far off sounds of 'snap, snap, snap' and an occasional kihap (Yell).
Eric stepped up a 2-stair into a locker room; there were 2 larger lockers by the door, they read:
A. Simmons
E. Simmons
He opened his locker, in a few minutes he was in his dobok (Martial arts uniform); solid white padded cloth with black trim around the collar with the "Adidas" logo at the bottom of the top. A red Sweat band was wrapped around his head, keeping his hair contained, and a black belt that hung low; on one side, embroidered in yellow, were some oriental looking symbols, the other had 4 yellow stripes.
He bowed into the dojang (More commonly known as a dojo); A man of good physique, about 6'1", 200 lbs, 71 years old, wearing a whethered black belt with 9 stripes.
For the rest of the day, words like "Ba-ro", "Yes Sir", and "Pyongwon" Rang throughout the building.
When Eric left, he took 1 thing with him that he did not have before;
A butterfly knife; it had a treated stainless steel blade with ornately carved jade handlebars, there was a golden latch that held the handlebars in place; the blade was finely serrated, and on the flat edge of the blade was an inscription; TO ERIC SIMMONS, BEST WISHES, GRANDMASTER SOO JUN SUNG.
Eric left; it was late, about 9:00, when Eric drove home. He arrived at 9:47 to find that the only people left in the house were Sam and Leslie, asleep on the couch, and Laura, waiting for Eric to come.
"Where have you been all friggin' day?" inquired Laura
"Kicking some ass, my love" Said Eric "Let's blow this Popsicle stand"
Eric took her under his arm, flung his jacket over his shoulder, and walked off into the sunset; Bill Nero style.
When you fix an eye upon your destination, you leave 1 less eye to find the way
-Korean Proverb
In the morning all the soilders in the house were doing this and that with military strategy, Sam and Col. Wesly even got out their old playbook; but Eric left; he got in his car and drove, for about 18 minutes, he dealt with both the horribly constructed GDI 'protection' roadblocks, criss-crossed texas freeways, and Austin morning traffic; it was a Sunday. Blah, blah, blah, life goes on.
He finally arrived at a large building, it had a unique mix of modern American and ancient oriental construction; there was a sign out front; it showed a man with no face standing next to a river; he had on a 10-gallon hat, boots with spurs, and a black belt tied around his waist; in bold, branded text below it read:
Rio Grande Martial Arts
Eric strolled through the parking lot; he came to a huge red oak door, and opened it.
In the lobby, Eric was greeted by an empty lobby; the far off sounds of 'snap, snap, snap' and an occasional kihap (Yell).
Eric stepped up a 2-stair into a locker room; there were 2 larger lockers by the door, they read:
A. Simmons
E. Simmons
He opened his locker, in a few minutes he was in his dobok (Martial arts uniform); solid white padded cloth with black trim around the collar with the "Adidas" logo at the bottom of the top. A red Sweat band was wrapped around his head, keeping his hair contained, and a black belt that hung low; on one side, embroidered in yellow, were some oriental looking symbols, the other had 4 yellow stripes.
He bowed into the dojang (More commonly known as a dojo); A man of good physique, about 6'1", 200 lbs, 71 years old, wearing a whethered black belt with 9 stripes.
For the rest of the day, words like "Ba-ro", "Yes Sir", and "Pyongwon" Rang throughout the building.
When Eric left, he took 1 thing with him that he did not have before;
A butterfly knife; it had a treated stainless steel blade with ornately carved jade handlebars, there was a golden latch that held the handlebars in place; the blade was finely serrated, and on the flat edge of the blade was an inscription; TO ERIC SIMMONS, BEST WISHES, GRANDMASTER SOO JUN SUNG.
Eric left; it was late, about 9:00, when Eric drove home. He arrived at 9:47 to find that the only people left in the house were Sam and Leslie, asleep on the couch, and Laura, waiting for Eric to come.
"Where have you been all friggin' day?" inquired Laura
"Kicking some ass, my love" Said Eric "Let's blow this Popsicle stand"
Eric took her under his arm, flung his jacket over his shoulder, and walked off into the sunset; Bill Nero style.
When you fix an eye upon your destination, you leave 1 less eye to find the way
-Korean Proverb