Free Revenge by Mark A. Cooper Page A

ran at it, hitting it hard with his shoulder. The door lock gave, and the door flew open. George ran inside, quickly followed by Jason, who ran passed him down a corridor. As he turned a corner, they came into a large open area. Two guards shouted at Jason and ran toward him. A third guard shouted from behind them and also gave chase.
    Jason felt adrenaline rush through his body. His first karate instructor, Wong Tong, had shown him how to use an adrenaline rush as a powerful weapon. He had explained that when a mother saw her child run over by a car, she had the strength to lift the car or how a man in a field being chased by a bull had enough adrenaline to leap and clear a fence. Jason could force it through his body, triggering full alertness. The only disadvantage was that afterward, he would be very tired. Adrenaline burned the body’s sugar levels.
    The closest guard tried to grab Jason. Jason ducked and dove to the floor in a push-up position and swung his legs around, knocking the man’s own legs away and bringing him down to the floor. Jason sprang to his feet and threw a full roundhouse kick at the second guard, catching him in the chest. Jason leapt in the air and landed with full force on his right foot against the man’s knee. The result, as intended, shattered the man’s kneecap. He screamed in pain and rolled around on the floor, holding his knee. The first guard was now back up on his feet. He dove at Jason with outstretched arms. Jason jumped back and then kicked out with his right foot—directly into the guard’s face. The impact made a crack as the guard’s nose broke, and pain shot through his body. He fell to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.
    â€œStitch that!” George shouted as he head-butted the guard that approached from behind. Jason looked up to see the guard falling backward, blood already streaming from his nose. Jason gave George a smile and nod of approval before he headed off down a corridor. He found the room where he had last seen Kinver and burst through the doors. Kinver was still on the bed. Jason went over to him to wake him and grabbed his arm. It was cold and stiff. He pulled away and cringed. Kinver was dead.
    â€œIs he okay?” George asked, panting as he entered the room.
    â€œNo, we’re too late. Look, they have burned his chest with something.” Jason grimaced as he pointed at fresh burn marks on Jim’s chest. Another guard had come up behind George and put his arm around his throat and pulled George back. They fell on the ground, with George desperately trying to get a hand on his attacker. Jason started to run over to help; however, a side door opened and two identical men in white coats appeared.
    Wing and Wong. I wondered where you would be , Jason said to himself. One of them ran at Jason, screaming as he approached. He leapt in the air and aimed a high kick toward Jason’s face. Jason jumped aside and retaliated with a kick of his own. It was blocked by the man’s forearm. He spun around to kick Jason.
    So we know karate, do we? What style? I wonder. Jason said to himself.
    Jason defended himself, blocking blow after blow from his attacker. He didn’t attempt to attack back. He was trying to size up his opponent. George was still struggling with the guard on the floor.
    Tae kwon do—good style and fast.
    Now that Jason knew what he was up against, he launched an attack on Wing, kicking out in succession, jumping from foot to foot. Wong joined in. The fight began in earnest. Grunts of pain and effort, showers of sweat, and smears of blood covered Jason. No doubt Jason was fast—his punches and kicks powerful and precise. He delivered as good as he got, but he was facing two very determined martial arts experts. When Jason drove Wong to his knees, Wing took his place so there was always one of them fighting him while the other got a breath.
    They clearly hoped to wear Jason down. Bloody and bruised,