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Prompt #5: Hobby - "Sonofa - " he breathed as he watched his slim, spry partner drop a man twice her size with one hand.

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-Top Secret location-

"How the hell did you do that?" panted Gabriel as they fled the compound. "You dropped a man twice your size!"

"I've done that before!"

"Not like that! You barely touched the big guy and he went down!" If they weren't running for their lives, Gabriel was sorely tempted to enter a render to see it better. "Did you use the Force or something?"

She rolled her eyes. "Don't exaggerate."

He tripped over a rock and stumbled. "I'm not!"

Riley grabbed his shirt and hauled him back to his feet. The sound of barking dogs echoed behind them in the darkness. "Can't we talk about this later?"

"Fine!"

Several hours and a debrief later...

Chip mewled as he rubbed against Gabriel's shin. Gabriel scratched him behind his chipped ear, eyes trained on the render he was still analyzing.

He knew Riley had hidden talents. One didn't get to be protector of the First Daughters just for being a great shot. But this - this was unreal.

It was like pausing scenes in a kung fu movie. Or a modern remake of the Matrix. He knew his mouth was hanging open. It was okay. This was seriously the coolest thing he'd ever seen, and he'd seen plenty.

In the render, Riley was frozen in the middle of a knifehand strike, just about to strike a man's sternum. Two others were already on their knees, clutching their midsections after taking similar strikes to the solar plexus. One guy was out cold on the ground, his nose broken and bloody from a hit that Gabriel swears he heard whistle through the air.

"Am I interrupting?"

Gabriel jolted back to reality, crashing the render like a teenager slamming the lid of his laptop to hide the porn he'd been sneaking. Riley stood in the doorway, a six-pack dangling from her fingertips as Chip wound himself around her ankles. Judging from the look on her face, she had a good clue what he'd been rendering.

"So, it's later." Riley sat beside him on the couch, opening a bottle and handing it to Gabriel. Chip switched his affections to Riley, who started scratching him between his shoulders. "I guess you want an explanation."

He couldn't stop his chuckle. "Good guess."

"Look, I didn't burst out of the earth a fully-formed Secret Service agent. I had other jobs before this one."

Gabriel gave her a look. "And one of them entailed being Tai Lee from The Last Airbender?"

"It's called Dim Mak, you dork. It's a fighting style that focused on hitting pressure points."

"That's not exactly something that a normal person comes across while researching dojos."

"You have my job history, I'm sure."

"Yeah, but nothing..." His words died in his throat as he took a second look. Something on the list caught his eye. "You're telling me this is from being a masseuse in college?"

"Acupressure masseuse, but yes." Riley grinned at his expression. "One client was a trainer. The job didn't last long, but he offered to train me. After I joined the Secret Service, I kept up with my training."

"You used a grand total of six hits to bring down five guys. Big guys. With guns." Gabriel shook his head in disbelief.

Riley took a long drink from her bottle. "It isn't that big a deal."

"I beg to differ. It saved my life." They sat in silence for a few more moments before Gabriel couldn't help himself. "Soooo...what else did you learn being a masseuse?"

He totally deserved the pillow to the face.

Many thanks to asoulofstars, who told me what Riley's hobby was called. Behold, the edit!

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