Speed was essential and I ran into the room and swiped with my August Knife at where I thought the ambusher would be I felt only air and a sixth sense told me to drop down just as what I assumed would be a knife rushed past my head I threw my August Knife after I had calculated the the general direction from which it had been thrown from A grunt of pain told me I had met my target and I rushed at him my Friday knife already drawn I quickly found what was his neck my favorite target point but for the first time I hesitated His cool blue eyes stared right at me and he made no sound He stared defiantly into my eyes I felt a strange feeling that I hadn t felt since my childhood I felt fear I was supposed to be the one in charge of this encounter yet his eyes pierced through me more effectively than any knife ever could Ivan I said my voice not reflecting the fear I currently felt Van Jetta he said in response I couldn't help it I burst into laughter I see you haven t been practicing your morse code lately He stared at me ever so defiantly making me want to press the knife deeper into his neck He gave me the ghost of a smile in return and croaked what I made out to be a curse so bad that it alone might have gotten him onto death row
