Derek is first. His 6’ 2” height, 57” chest, and 22” biceps command
the attention of everyone in the room the moment he enters. Even the passengers
glued to their phones look up as he passes by. I wonder if Kyle will sense him
approaching or if Derek will get the drop on him. That would be useful information.
Derek reaches his row but still no response from Kyle. He
slowly reaches across the two empty seats towards Kyle’s head leaning against
the window. Several of the other passengers are now watching, curious what he’s
doing.
Derek’s hands are inches from Kyle’s neck when Kyle’s left
arm shoots up blocking Derek’s right hand. Kyle’s eyes snap open. Derek grabs
his wrist and twists it down reaching for his neck with his left hand, but
Kyle’s left arm is in the way. Derek grabs the other wrist and lifts Kyle in
the air scraping his back across the ceiling. He arches him over and slams his
body into the floor with a thud that echoes thru the entire car. Derek drops,
planting his knee into Kyle’s chest and pinning his arms down above his head. A
wicked smile crosses his face. “You’re not so tough. I think my employer
overpaid.” The smile turns to a gasp as Kyle’s leg wraps itself around Derek’s
neck and throws him against a row of seats. An armrest plunges into his side
causing his eyes to bulge.
