Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2001 18:07:17 -0400
From: Bill Porter <wep363@myexcel.com>
Subject: Re: Tossed Away Kid Chapter 10

Tossed Away Kid - Chapter 10

This is a work of fiction.  Any similarity to anyone in real life is a
coincidence.

A special thanks to Ed for his editorial help.
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After breakfast we assembled outside with it still raining.  Sergeant
Brooks was not with us.  We went to the barracks and changed into workout
clothes.  This time we also put on raingear.  We marched over to a drill
hall.  The female recruits joined us.  Today was our first training session
for self-defense and hand-to- hand combat.  There was a heavy padded mat on
the floor and Mark had us all assemble in a circle around him.

"We don't have time in the next 7 weeks to make you experts in
self-defense.  However we can teach you to be able to defend yourselves.
Hopefully you will find someplace to continue your training.  When it comes
to self-defense, size doesn't matter.  Recruit Stevens, step up here.  As
you can see, Stevens here is about 5' 3" tall and 120 pounds.  Recruit
Jones, step up here.  You can see that Jones is about 6' 3" and 200 pounds.
He has a foot and 80 pounds on Stevens.  Recruit Jones, I want you to
attack Recruit Stevens.  You can try to punch him, kick him, tackle him,
however you want."

"I can't do that, I might kill him."

"You can and you will."

Jones tried to tackle Mike.  Mike fell back on his back and planted his
foot on Jones' midsection and flipped him over on his back.  Mike stood
back up and then a surprised Jones got up too.

"You can see how Stevens used Jones' weight and height against him.  Why
don't you try to punch him?"

Jones took a swing at Mike and he dodged it and punched Jones at the bottom
of the rib cage but not very hard.  It was hard enough to double Jones
over.  Jones quickly recovered.

"If Stevens had punched Jones in the ribs as hard as he's capable of, he
would have broken one of his ribs.  This would have totally disabled Jones
from any further attacks.  First we will work on increasing your ability to
react.  If you know what to expect from an attacker, you can anticipate
their moves.  We will work to increase your reflexes.  Then we will show
you moves to counter your attacker's moves and disable them.  Lastly we
will learn to disarm someone attacking with a weapon such as a knife or a
baseball bat.  Right now we're going to start by playing a game to increase
your reflexes.  Everyone choose a partner, size will not matter for this
exercise.  After you have paired off, one of you will hold out your hands
in front of you with your palms up.  Your partner will lay their hands on
top of yours and you will try to slap their hands.  I'm sure most of you
have played this game before but it's not a game this time.  I'm going to
evaluate how well each of you do and we will determine who needs to spend
more time working on their reflexes."

I paired up with Mike and I was surprised that we were pretty evenly
matched.  Next we practiced ducking and dodging.  Then Mark showed us
several ways to take someone off their feet and we practiced them for a
while.  Finally we finished and Mark had us gather around him again.

"Every training will be like this.  We will first work on your reflexes and
then after we get you sharp, teach you ways to defend and disable.  I've
been training since I was a little kid in boxing and advanced martial arts.
Later on today you're going to get to see what can be done when someone is
properly trained."

We hadn't noticed but both Capt. Wright and Sergeant Brooks were in the
drill hall.  Capt. Wright made his way to where Mark was and addressed us.

"Last week was mainly orientation.  This week things are going to get more
intense.  Like I said before, if you follow instructions and do your best
we have a place for you.  We estimate it's costing the City of Chicago
$80,000 each to put you through this training.  As you found out,
insubordination will not be tolerated.  Breaking any laws while you are
here or on leave will result in you being terminated from the program.  Not
doing your best will also result in your termination.  You are learning
skills that will help you for the rest of your life.  The key is teamwork.
The stronger recruits need to help the weaker recruits.  I know none of you
like to be humiliated like you were this morning.  Others of you will be
put in position of authority and leadership.  You need to follow your
leaders.  At this time I'm promoting Recruit Jones to be assistant recruit
commander.  If both Officer Adams and Sergeant Brooks are gone, Recruit
Jones will be in charge.  If he asks you to jump you WILL respond 'how
high'.  No one has ever gotten in trouble for doing what they are told.  If
your commander gives you a questionable order, follow it and tell me about
it later.  Your leaders are responsible for the choices they make.  You're
only responsible to follow orders."

"As I explained last week, you will be issued smart weapons and either a
ring or bracelet will make it work.  We are going to issue you them right
now.  Your activation device must be worn at all times, both while you are
here and when you go home for the weekends.  Failure to wear your
activation device will result in your termination from this program.
You're not allowed to take off these devices until your training is
complete except in case of an emergency and we will expect a call or to be
somehow notified before you take it off.  If you do take it off we will
know about it.  So be careful what you select.  It needs to become a part
of you.  The device is waterproof, shock proof, and has to have the
batteries replaced once a week.  That will be done here every Friday before
you leave.  We are doing this just to see if you'll follow orders even
outside this controlled environment."

"You will also be issued your weapons today and have a weapon safety class
today.  Your side arms will not have bullets.  You will be issued bullets
only when you are at the range, using them.  Your weapon will be stored in
your locker when you go home on the weekends.  You will be required to
carry your weapon at all times while you are here except when you shower or
sleep.  Uniformed police recruits will carry their weapons in a holster on
their side and undercover police recruits will carry their weapons
concealed.  This will get you comfortable wearing them even when running
and other physical activities like you're doing now."

"As we have told you before, don't interact with other recruits.
Capt. Shaft has assured me that no company commanders will speak to you
from now on.  I'm of the opinion that problem needs to be resolved.  That's
why I'm allowing Officer Adams to box this afternoon.  One of the reasons
we are here is to prevent bullying in our schools and I won't allow it
here.  In this case Officer Adams is more than capable of handling it.
There is a difference between getting in someone's face for making a
mistake that causes the whole company to suffer and bullying.  If I find
out that any of you bully another recruit you will have a choice of going a
few rounds with gloves on with Officer Adams or going out the door.
Another thing I will not tolerate is any tattletale bullshit.  For example,
if you are bullied, don't come to one of your leaders and tell on your
fellow recruit.  That's little kid stuff.  Police officers don't tell on
other officers in the field.  Internal affairs has other ways of finding
out the truth and so do we.  We need you to stick together and not be
pointing fingers at each other.  If you don't learn this lesson you will be
of no use to us once we get you back to your school.  You need to be able
to trust your fellow officer, and work together.  Tattletale bullshit
destroys that trust.  HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"YES, CAPTAIN WRIGHT."

"Good, now I'll turn you over to Sergeant Brooks."

Sergeant Brooks had us form up in ranks and marched us out of the drill
hall.  We went into a training building nearby and were given a choice of
bracelets and rings.  I chose a ring.  Then we were issued pistols and
holsters.  Because I'll be working undercover I was issued a .25 caliber
Beretta automatic with an ankle holster.  We spent the next hour learning
everything there is to know about our weapons.  How to take them apart,
load, and clean them.  We then holstered them and marched off to chow.  It
stopped raining and the sun had come out.

When we got to the chow hall we were once again lined up nuts to butts as
they say.  I was once again the last one in line from our company and a
Navy recruit was the guy behind me.  Suddenly I felt something poking me in
the butt.  The expression 'make the guy in front of you smile' took on a
whole new meaning.  Omigod, he's got a boner and he's poking me with it.
Now what do I do?  Shit, now I'm getting hard too - got to think of
something to get my mind off this.  I turned my head around and looked the
guy in the eye and he had this big silly grin on his face.  Damn, he's cute
too.  Mike was in front of me and I ended up poking him in the butt too
with my hard on.  He turned around and looked at me and I pointed to the
guy behind me.  When Mike saw his grin he grinned too and winked at the
guy.  The guy must have been really horny because he didn't let up or go
down perhaps until I finally got up to where they were serving the food and
got his dick off my ass.  By the time I got my food I went down.  I told
Mike I was sorry but I couldn't help it.  He just laughed and said that he
understood that the cause was behind me.

The rest of the day went very slowly.  We had classed all afternoon and
with only getting about 4 hours sleep it took all I had not to fall sleep
in class even though I was interested in the subjects.  In first aid we
learned CPR.  Criminal law class, we learned all about probable cause,
making an arrest, and what is excessive force.  In my special undercover
class we learned about entrapment and what we can and can't say.  For
example, what do you say if someone you're investigating asks you if you're
a police officer.  Or how you can't break the law while working undercover,
like doing drugs along with the supplier while buying them.

At 4:30 we went to a drill hall for Mark's boxing match.  There were about
150 Chicago police officers and as many company commanders all crowded
around a table, apparently making bets.  They set up a TV camera and we
found out later that the fight was broadcast on a closed circuit TV to all
the Chicago police stations.  There were no Navy recruits there so we felt
privileged to be able to be there.  The Chicago Police had gotten Mark some
boxing shorts and a robe that said Chicago's Finest on it.  They also had
found a professional referee.  Mark changed and put on his gloves.  The
Mayer of Chicago, Richard Daley, showed up and sat with Captains Wright and
Shaft ringside.  The Police and our company gathered on one side of a
makeshift roped off ring.  The floor was the same padding we used earlier
in the morning.  The company commanders and Navy officers gathered on the
other side.

Finally everything was ready and the fighters were announced.  We went
crazy cheering when they announced Mark and booed when the petty officer
was announced.  The petty officer was well built but a few inches shorter
the Mark, with a shorter reach.  It was announced that the fight would
consist of 3-minute rounds until there was a winner.  Three knockdowns in
one round would be considered a technical knock out.  Someone had a
stopwatch and a cowbell to start and end the rounds.  The bell sounded and
the fight began.

Mark was on the balls of his feet, bouncing around with his hands hanging
at his side.  The PO (Petty Officer) threw a right hook at Mark's chin and
Mark just dodged it.  Then he tried a left to the body and Mark blocked it.
The PO tried a combination of 5 or 6 punches and Mark dodged every one.
This went on for the rest of the round.  The PO threw all the punches and
didn't land a single one.  Mark threw no punches at all!  The second round
started and Mark changed his strategy.  He brought his guard up from his
waist.  Went flat-footed and up against the ropes.  The PO punched him like
crazy but only hit Mark's gloves.  He got a few body shots in but that
didn't seem to affect Mark at all.  With two rounds finished Mark still had
not thrown a single punch.  He didn't even look like he'd worked up a sweat
yet.  He looked at Mike and me and just smiled.

The third round Mark went back on the balls of his feet and danced again,
dropping his guard back down to his waist.  Then the fourth round he went
back to the ropes.  Four rounds and Mark still had not thrown a punch.
Mark looked no worse for the wear but the PO looked very tired and sweaty.
The 5th round Mark returned to dancing and after a wild punch by the PO
that missed Mark by about a foot, Mark threw his first punch, a left hook
to the body and then his second punch, a right hook to the jaw.  The PO
went down on his back.  He got right back up and looked surprised,
wondering what the number of that bus was, when Mark hit him with a
combination.  Now the PO's guard was at his waist.  The PO tried to fight
back but with Mark dancing he never came close and just opened himself up
to a total beating by Mark.  Somehow the PO made it through the round.
Mark was now a little sweaty but still smiling.  The PO was bleeding from
his nose and a cut above his left eye.  His eyes were closed and he was
breathing very hard.

The 6th round started and the PO's guard was at his waist.  Mark shuffled
his feet back and forth and landed a right hook on his jaw with everything
he had.  The PO went down like a sack of potatoes and didn't get back up.
The police and all the recruits went crazy.  Mark was declared the winner.
Mayor Daley entered the ring.

"Officer Adams, you have represented the City of Chicago extremely well.  I
do have a question for you.  I have a pretty good idea where you learned to
box like that because only one other fighter fights like that but I have to
ask.  Who trained you?"

"My friend Ron who taught me martial arts and boxing had me also work with
a friend of his when I was training for Golden Gloves.  He always had me
call him Mr. Clay.  I don't think anyone else calls him that.  He lives on
a farm not too far from where I live and we used to go there and train on
weekends.  He's the one who taught me to dance, bob and weave, and what he
called the 'rope a dope'.  He's also the reason why I gave up boxing."

"I can see you learned your lessons well.  In anticipation of your victory
I made reservations at one of the finest restaurants in Chicago.  We have
buses outside to take the entire company there to have dinner and bring you
back later tonight.  It's the least we can do for representing the City of
Chicago's police force.  The tab will be paid from proceeds donated by the
Navy.  Well, not really donated.  That's not the right word.  Let's just
say risked.  Congratulations, Officer Adams."

He shook Mark's hand and left.  Then the Base Commander, Captain Shaft,
entered the ring.

"Officer Adams, congratulations.  I didn't want this fight to happen
because I knew you're just a teenager without the experience of boxing an
experienced boxer.  Captain Wright assured me that you were more than able
to defend yourself.  Now that I've seen you in action, I feel like I've
been hustled.  You're the finest boxer I've ever seen live.  I never saw
your mentor box live but a front row seat watching you, I'm sure everyone
watching would agree, is well worth whatever came out of our wallets here
today.  I want to publicly apologize for the behavior of any members of my
staff that harassed you today.  You deserve the respect of every enlisted
man and officer on this base.  I can assure you that no one else on my
staff will cause you problems again.  I was going to punish the PO
harassing you this morning until Captain Wright talked me into letting you
do it.  You have taken care of that very well.  My door is open if you ever
want or need to talk to me."

Mark shook his hand.  By now the PO was back with the world and he shook
Mark's hand too and apologized.  I think that meant more to Mark than
anyone else congratulating him.  The poor guy's face really looked bad.  We
all then congratulated Mark and we went outside and got on a bus.  Our bus
had a police escort to the restaurant so despite rush hour traffic we made
it there in less than an hour.  We all ate like kings and really enjoyed
our evening out.  Then we were bused back and by the time we got showered
and to bed it was 10:00 PM.  After the short night's sleep last night,
everyone was tired and there was not anyone talking.  I fell asleep almost
as soon as my head hit the pillow.


To Be Continued...