The Lives of Tao

CHAPTER TEN

FIRST LESSON



Even at an early age, I sensed greatness in Temujin. He was strong and cunning, able in the ways of war. I was his noble ancestor, and I trained him in the ways of politics and battle. For on the harsh steppes, war must be waged and blood must be shed before there could be peace. And in Temujin, I had the perfect weapon. The question is, can the weapon be sheathed after it has drawn blood?



Roen still couldn’t wrap his head around the vision that was hovering over his bed – a pretty girl. She was curvy and muscular, yet slender, with large luminous blue eyes, pale creamy skin, luxurious long black hair, and a whole list of other adjectives that currently escaped him. He gaped, mouth wide open. His brain didn’t seem to be working right. The sounds coming out of her mouth sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher in a Peanuts special. All he heard was wah, wah, wah.

You sly dog. You never told me about her.

Roen could’ve sworn he detected amusement in Tao’s voice. “You think I would keep HER a secret?”

“Well,” the vision of beauty said petulantly. “Where’s my money?”

She is such a riot.

“Who?”

Baji. Say hello. I have not seen her host Sonya since she was a little girl.

“Sonya, Baji, hi! It’s so good to see you.” Roen spoke as if they were old friends, and as he did with old friends, he hugged her. Later on, he would stand by that reasoning and vehemently deny that he hugged her because she was pretty. Sonya laughed and hugged him back, not missing a beat. She smelled very good, he noticed.

Tell her I lost those rubles playing craps. I think the dice were rigged. Roen conveyed the message.

Sonya grinned and stood up. “You’re so incorrigible, Tao. Of course they were rigged. Wait until the Keeper finds out how you’re using your stipends. Anyway, get up.”

“For what?” Roen yawned.

“For your workout. I’m putting you through your paces today.”

Roen sat up and stretched, and then plopped back into bed. “Tao and I have an agreement. I’m off on Saturdays.”

“That’s because your butt is mine on Saturdays from now on.” She tapped her wristwatch. “You’ve got five minutes before I drag you out in your jammies. I mean it.”

Roen watched her walk out of his room. Immediately, he hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom; he took extra time to use mouthwash and comb his hair; he also sprayed on cologne.

You are going to calisthenics, not prom.

“You never told me the other agents were so hot.”

The last time I saw Sonya she was ten. Her mother was a host; she and I used to work together. I am glad she had a peaceful transition. Sonya is a fourth-year host, but has known about us since she was a child. She has already spent many years preparing for her ascension with Baji, so she is quite advanced. You would do well learning from her.

Ten minutes later, they were outside jogging down the street. Late April in Chicago was a bit on the soggy side. The ground was wet and a soft layer of mist rested on the city. The sun was just rising from the horizon, and an orange haze bathed the streets in a warm glow. A touch of cool wind blew in from the west that stirred the newly budding leaves.

Roen had lost twenty pounds since Tao had first put the hammer down on his diet and lifestyle a short month ago. Gone were the days of frozen foods, burgers, and chips, replaced by celery, carrots, raw spinach, and pieces of chicken so small he could eat them in one bite.

He hadn’t gotten around to purchasing new clothes yet, and his once-tight jogging clothes wore loose on him. Sonya gave him a look and promised to take him shopping.

“Toward the lake?” Roen asked as they warmed up.

“Someplace new,” she replied and turned north. Roen shrugged and followed close behind.

“How long have you been at this?” he asked as they jogged through the quiet streets.

“Running? I like to do the marathon here every year if the missions allow for it,” she replied. Already, Roen had a difficult time matching her pace.

“No, I meant this Quasing thing.” He was already starting to breathe through the mouth. There was no way he could keep this up for long. Thankfully, Sonya noticed and slowed down.

She spoke without any hint of trouble. “I knew about Baji since I was little. Mother used to work closely with Edward. She decided early on to not hide any secrets. By the time I was ten, I knew I wanted to follow in her footsteps and have been training ever since. When she developed cancer a few years ago...” Her voice trailed off. “I had to continue her work.”

“I’m sorry,” Roen said after a pause. Still uncomfortable with women, he often drew blanks speaking to them. Sonya being attractive did not help matters. “Do you think these Prophus can be trusted?” he asked. “I mean, Tao told me some stories about what they’ve done, and I can’t help but feel like a puppet dancing on their strings.”

It is all right. Just pretend I am not here.

She beckoned him to turn off the path onto another street. “It’s true that they have influenced our evolution, and as a result terrible things have happened, but there’s been good as well. The Prophus might have caused a few wars, but they’ve been responsible for peace too. Baji once was the Quasing for Franz Ferdinand, the Archduke of Austria-Este. He was in the process of trying to reform and stabilize Austria-Este with all its ethnic groups when he was assassinated. Sadly, had he lived, the First World War might have been avoided. It’s difficult to determine where humanity would be without Quasing influence. For all we know, if it wasn’t for them, Neanderthals could be ruling the world.”

“Didn’t Franz Ferdinand cause World War I?”

“His assassination did, courtesy of the Genjix. They wanted the ethnic tensions to continue in the region and were in control of the monarchy. It goes in hand with their belief that conflict breeds innovation. Look at the unmitigated disaster that followed his death.”

“I guess.” Roen was not convinced. “Where’re we going, by the way?” This was obviously not a random jog.

“We’re close.” She pointed ahead. “Just down the block right off Lake Street.” They stopped in front of a rundown warehouse with a Morimoto Chocolates sign at the front, and she led him to a side door down a small alley. Roen studied the building; it didn’t look like any chocolate place he’d ever seen, though he kept his hopes up. The window panes were darkened and smudged, but looked to be in good condition. The door was rusty and weeds grew from between the cracks on the sidewalk. Above them, the elevated train tracks rumbled as a train passed by overhead.

“Come on, what are you standing out there for?” Sonya called from inside. “We have a lot to do; my report says you needed to be field ready yesterday.”

“Report? What report? Who are you reporting me to, Tao?”

Your mother asked me to keep tabs on you.

“That’s a very mature thing to say.”

Stop taking yourself so seriously, Roen.

He followed her into a small dark room. How much did she know about him? The small room was the size of a walk-in closet. There was a large metal circular door that looked like a bank vault on the far wall. Roen studied the shiny steel surface of the hatch and then the rusted surroundings. Something wasn’t right. Sonya fiddled with several buttons on a small panel and then the hatch rumbled and hissed open.

“Safe house CW12,” she stated as she walked in and turned on the lights, “your new training center.”

Roen followed her and looked around in amazement. The interior looked nothing like the exterior. They stood on the upper floor of a two-level warehouse that seemed impossibly larger inside than it appeared from the outside. There was a running track along the edge of the upper floor that opened to a workout area on the lower level; assorted weight lifting machines littered the main gym floor with rows of dumbbells stacked on one side; there was a boxing ring in the center and a firing range on the far side. The near corner had what seemed like living quarters, including a kitchen with a television. There was also a bank of computers next to it. Everything seemed state of the art.

“What is all this?” he asked in a small voice.

Start memorizing these locations. They could save your life one day.

“It’s one of our safe houses. We have a few in every major city; completely self-sufficient and always stocked with supplies. This particular facility is masked as a storage warehouse for cake mix. Passcode: 93276 and your voice imprint.” Sonya walked to the weight station. She turned to him and patted the bench. “You ready?”

Roen’s eyes grew wide. “Ready for what? Lifting? I don’t think I have ever touched weights before.”

“I can tell. You’ve lost a fair amount of weight already, but unless you plan to run away from every Genjix you meet, you’d best pack on some muscle and learn a stiff jab.” She pointed a finger at him and beckoned him closer. “Don’t worry, I’ll spot you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, you look tough and all, but you’re a little thing.”

“Oh?” There was a glimmer of a challenge in her voice. “Care for a little wager? We’ll start light, twenty-fives on a side. Loser pays for dinner.”

Roen lay down on the bench and looked at the bar over his head. “Dinner? Sure!” Truth be told, he was willing to pay her just to have dinner with him, but at least this didn’t sound so desperate. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered.

Do not make me look bad in front of Baji.

Roen lifted the bar and steadied it. This wasn’t too tough, at least not as bad as he feared. He lowered the bar to his chest, surprised at the ease. When he tried to lift the bar back up though, it wouldn’t budge. Roen strained harder. He pushed. He grunted. He yelled. His arms responded by collapsing, bouncing the bar once off his chest.

“Errr... gr... arghh,” he groaned, squirming and straining. “It’s on my chest,” was all he could gasp.

Come on, you can do it!

“My, we do have our work cut out for us,” she murmured. “Baji thought you were further along than this.” She lifted the bar off him and put it back onto the stand.

Stop making me look bad then.

“Piss off, Tao,” Roen growled in between deep breaths.

“Sorry? What did you say?” Sonya’s upside-down face came into view as she leaned forward. Roen had to take a moment to admire her perfect complexion.

“Um... nothing,” he replied lamely.

They spent the rest of the morning working on different weights and machines. Since Roen was new to weight lifting, Sonya took the time to teach him the proper techniques and, as she claimed, was able to out-lift him on every apparatus. He marveled at how someone with such a small frame could be so strong. By mid-morning, Roen lay on the floor exhausted as his muscles ached and begged for mercy.

She knelt next to him and handed him a cup of water. “Not bad for your first time. Don’t worry about the low weights. You were game to try and that’s really all that matters. The rest will come.”

“Are we done?” he begged, bone-tired.

“One more thing,” she said, walking over to the wall and picking out two pairs of boxing gloves. “Put these on.” She tossed a pair to him. Roen fumbled the catch and the gloves bounced off his chest. He stared at them as if they were spiders.

“I don’t like to fight,” he said.

Oh, come on, Roen. What are you going to do next time a Genjix wants to kill you, beg him to death?

“What’re you going to do when a Genjix tries to kill you?” Sonya asked, giving him a stern look.

Roen shook his head. “Seems both you and Tao are preoccupied about me getting killed.”

“You should be too.” Sonya climbed through the ropes and waited. “Get used to it. You are what you are now. The sooner you embrace it, the better off you’ll be. Come on, get into the ring.”

Sighing, he climbed in and put on the gloves. They squared off in the center of the ring. Roen had no idea what he was doing. He planted his feet on the canvas and held his hands up like he remembered in those Samurai Sunday movies he watched as a kid. Sonya promptly batted them away with her left fist and smashed him in the cheek with her right, knocking him down to the canvas.

This is serious business, Roen.

“Ow!” Roen lay on the floor and looked at the ceiling. That girl could hit! Her face appeared over him again, and she offered her hand.

“If you’re going to treat this lightly, you’re in for a long three minutes, because I’m going to knock you silly.” All of a sudden, she didn’t look so sweet or cute anymore. He grabbed her hand and got up, this time far more wary of her as she closed in again.

Watch her range. Use your reach. Move your feet. Do not let her just walk in on you.

Sonya grinned and circled like a shark coming in for the kill. She moved in and threw three quick punches. The first connected with his face before he was able to back up and avoid the others. He lunged, batting his hands and striking only air as his momentum carried him forward.

Do not overcommit. Watch your center of gravity, and keep your guard up!

Sonya sidestepped his clumsy wide swings and popped him once in the face with a left followed by a hard right that sent him sprawling back down to the floor. With a loud frustrated growl, Roen punched the canvas, jumped to his feet, and bull-rushed her like a crazed gorilla. She dodged his attacks with ease, dancing around his slow combinations and giving him another peck on the cheek with her fist. Roen snarled and lunged again, throwing a wild punch that popped her in the ear. Immediately, Sonya cried in pain and clutched the side of her head, going down on one knee.

“Oh my God, are you all right?” Horrified, Roen ran over to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard. I’m sorry!”

Roen, no! An image of a nude woman covered in blood wielding an ax flashed in his head.

“That was dumb,” was all Sonya said before her uppercut caught him flush on the chin, snapping his head back and flooring him for a third time.

Idiot! How can you fall for that?

Roen groaned as bursts of bright stars obscured his vision and a single tear ran down his face. His jaw went numb and he couldn’t quite feel all his fingers and toes. His hearing became muffled as if he was at the bottom of a swimming pool. In the distance, he heard the muffled roar of a waterfall. Suddenly, everything popped and his vision cleared.

“Ow... I always wondered what a concussion felt like,” Roen finally managed to say. He sat up and looked around. Sonya had already taken off both their gloves and was handing him a cup of water.

“Don’t fall victim to the helpless woman crap,” she said, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him to his feet. “It’s insulting. We can pull the trigger as well as any guy.”

“You could have taught me that lesson in a less painful way.” He grimaced.

“But it wouldn’t be as much fun.” She grinned. “Now the lesson is ingrained in you. Better that lesson from me than from a Genjix. I think that’s enough for this morning.”

“You’re a dark, dark woman,” Roen groused. “I think my brain moved in my skull.” He looked up at the clock. “Oh, wow, it’s almost noon. Time really flies when you’re having fun.” He chuckled sarcastically as he climbed out of the ring, his weary muscles protesting. Sonya leaped out of the ring – like a dancer or a ninja would – and followed, locking the main door behind her as they stepped outside. The warm morning had lost its chilliness, making way for a beautiful day.

“Do you think we can take a cab back?” Roen asked as they walked to the corner. “I’m pretty beat.”

“Tired?” She grinned. “We’re not done yet. Let’s go to lunch – on you, of course. I haven’t had a man buy me a meal in months. I feel like Thai. Afterward, we need to get some paperwork done.” She gave him a sharp slap on the butt and jogged him down the street.