Night Killer

I use my own version of the Jow Ga Kung Fu system. I am very strong, I have size, balance and mobility. I have fought strong fighters, from several systems, and I am undefeated.”
The woman asks, “Then you can use hand held weapons?
“I can use any of the traditional Kung Fu weapons at Master level. I can also use a couple of non traditional weapons. Of course unarmed, I can’t defeat an opponent armed with a firearm, at range.”
The woman says, “Impressive. However the thief has at least one unusual skill. I can defeat the thief, using the unusual skill. You can not.”
Night Killer says, “I have a couple of unusual skills myself and I just might surprise you.”
The woman asks, “You have no problem, with killing people?”
Night Killer sighs, “I don’t kill people at random. The kind of jobs that I get often require me to kill people, in order to get the job done. I don’t hesitate, I don’t worry about the deaths. Alas. the police do worry.”
The woman Says, “We have a lot of work to do, My name is Novara, what do I call you?”
Night Killer laughs, “Since there may be people looking for me, after we get the job done, just call me Ed, as long as we work together.”
Novara says, “The place that we can start the search is called the Ziennian Fellowship Hall.”
Night Killer nods yes, “I know where the place is located. I know little more than that about the place. Let’s go. With that, Ed drives to the Ziennian Fellowship Hall and finds a parking spot on the street, not too far from the front door.”
Novara and Ed get out of the car. Ed says, “The area is not good, The Ziennian Fellowship Hall has a nasty reputation for violence. Be on your guard.”
Novara says, “Unfortunately, this is where the trail of the thief starts.”
We walk up to the front door. I open the door and some goon reaches out and grabs Novara. I cuff the goon upside the head and then tend to a second goon who thinks to draw a pistol. (I’m six foot four inches tall and I have what the basketball people call length. My foot lashes out and hits the second goon’s face. As the second goon falls, his pistol drops and I grab it, from mid air. I hit a third goon in the face, with the butt of the pistol. Third goon does a sort of toothless back flip. I glance at Novara and the first goon, to see if she needs help. Novara doesn’t need help, maybe the goon does, but he doesn’t pay me. I turn to face a fourth goon, who comes out of the back. The fourth goon has an assault rifle.) I move, at speed, toward the fourth goon, telling him, “I can squeeze off a shot before you can raise your rifle into position.” (The fourth goon hesitates for just a second or so. I put the pistol into what we call the dental position and the goon goes down, hard. I scoop up the assault rifle.) I face a back room, housing a few guys reaching for a pistol. I ask, “You wanna die, group rate?”
The guys don’t want to die, not even at group rate.
About that time, Novara tells the guys, “Ed is my new partner. He doesn’t write or read. If he kills all of you and sets the building on fire, I have to fill out a lot of -paper work. I hate paper work. Just stay calm and I don’t need to fill out paper work. Tell the police that a motorcycle gang burst in here and beat some of your people up.”
“Ed, if you shoot the boys, I will have to fill out paper work. If you shoot the boys, your evaluation is going to look very bad.” I turn and walk out of the Ziennian Fellowship Hall, taking my time. (Ed follows me out, obviously trying and failing to understand why he can’t shoot the boys.)
We get out in the street and Ed walks with an assault rifle tucked up against his leg. I tell him, “I can tell if the boys try to follow us.”
Night Killer says, “Well and good, but let’s not waste any time.” He unlocks the passenger side door. Then quickly walks around and gets into the driver’s seat. We then drive off, in no particular hurry, but wasting no time.