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soon realizes he was lucky enough to find the one
pissed off black belt in rush hour traffic.  Once the man is within a few feet
of his body, Devlin sweeps quickly with his right foot, trying to knock his
opponent over and provide an opportunity for escape.  The small man reacts
instantly, pivoting his body upright, he uses his right foot to kick Devlin’s
shin, forcing his leg back, and blocking the sweep. 
     
                On the sidewalk Devlin winces in fresh pain as
his shin begins to sting and throb simultaneously.  He reaches down immediately
to protect his injured leg, but the man anticipates his reaction, and comes
down at full force with a heavy punch to his right cheek.  Devlin rolls over on
his back, feeling like he has been clubbed in the face by a gorilla. 
     
                The short man immediately gets back into an
upright position, kneeling next to Devlin on the sidewalk.  He then twists his
body left, and swings back to the right, bringing his right elbow down on
Devlin’s mouth at the end of his spin. 
     
                Devlin’s head smacks into the sidewalk with a
hollow thud, and he feels a tooth break loose on the top left side of his jaw. 
He closes his eyes, grabbing his forehead, and feels blood seeping from his
mouth.  There is a tremendous throbbing all through his skull as he tries to
recover.  In his dazed state, he realizes that this man could easily kill him. 
His heart is pounding rapidly with adrenaline, and for some reason the man’s
white shirt suddenly gives him an idea.  Devlin swishes around in his mouth and
spits blood on the young businessman’s shirt and face. 
     
                His attacker instantly backs off, looking at the
blood on his body with horror.  He frantically begins to wipe it from his face,
taking another few steps backward in the process. 
     
                “You’re infected now!” Devlin shouts at the man
through gritted teeth. 
     
                The powerful, Tae Kwon Do instructor now bears a
look of shock and dystopian mortality.  He glances down at the blood again, and
then raises his head to stare in awe at Devlin.
     
                “What do you have!?”  The man asks with elevated
concern.  
     
                “Get the fuck out of here before I have you
arrested!”  Devlin bluffs with an authoritative voice.
     
                “You tried to steal my car!” The man says with
frustration, wiping the rest of the blood from his face with his inner
shirtsleeve.
     
                “Is that the same story they’re going to tell?”
Devlin asks, gesturing to a crowd of people who are watching the fight less
than twenty-yards away.  “Most of them only saw the part where you were beating
on me; I can easily have you tossed in jail.”
     
                The man looks down at the blood on his shirt
with horrified eyes, and he wastes no time in bolting straight for his car,
nearly tripping over himself as he goes.  Once he enters the vehicle, he forces
the sleek sports car through rush hour traffic, cutting off one vehicle after
another to get away from Devlin.
     
                As he gets to his feet, Devlin feels like his
pride is still laid out on the sidewalk.  His left jaw is throbbing, along with
his shin and throat.  He spits a fresh mix of blood and saliva onto the
sidewalk, admiring the spray pattern for half a second as he turns to see
Gloria sitting on the grass a few yards away.
     
                “Seriously!?” Devlin asks the bomb sniffing dog
as he holds his hands out to his sides.  “You’re not trained to help me when
this happens?  Bad girl!”
     
                The dog stands up and begins to wag her tail;
not understanding him, but happy to get the attention.  He smiles at Gloria as
she obediently steps in front of him and looks up at his battered face, waiting
for