. well, let me just say I'm a long way from expert. I am an expert with zi-wu knives, at least I was when I lived as Fang Hong." Have you even had a z...-wu knife in your hands in this life?" No, but the skill set is here." I tapped my forehead. "And my hand/eye coordination is better in this life than when I lived as Fang Hong. When you said the takedown would take place in the corridor of a mid-rise apartment building, zi-wu knives sprang immediately to mind. They're awesome weapons in close. "Good bye, Go-Se." she whispered as she launched herself feet first backward to land with a smack on her belly. Go Se landed flat on his back but his head was still straight up on a neck that was suddenly much longer than it was before the companions ministrations. She scrambled up to grab his boot knife and release her wrists from the zip ties and quietly steal down the stairs with her cape and bag.Go Se was suddenly standing beside his boss at the gate to Emma's Hell. "Gorram it Leroy, that. They headed towards a table filled with Little Willy’s friends, all of them laughing at jeering at ... us? Him? I wasn’t exactly sure at this point.I spoke quietly to Maggie and Carrie with my mind, something I tried to never do at school in case it raised questions. ‘Please try to find out what that was all about.‘ I asked and got back their agreements.The story, at least from what Lynn and Bernie could find out and tell the older girls, was simple. Twisted, hate-filled and racist too, but. With my head bent down in anxious prayer, partially to avoid noticing any villagers, I reminded myself that this was to be expected and there should not be any surprise. None the less, it gave me reflection on how I ended up in this position.* * * *In the final weeks of my training before achieving my goal, my dream, of serving the poor through the convent in Sao Paulo, I was increasingly disturbed and conflicted by memories and feelings, but most disturbed by the physical sensations I noticed.