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       "It's already started: so they'll probably want to prevent us from leaving.  I hope you still
remember something from our fighting lessons:" said Robert quietly: when the elevator doors closed.
       About thirty people rode down with us:     mostly trippers   and a chatty lift girl in a nice
uniform in Lyra's aquamarine colors.
       "I knew that Peter was alive:  all these years:    even a week ago I dreamed of us in the ivy
corridor - couldn't you have told me earlier?!"
       "No: I couldn't: you know it: and I was really angry with him: and still I am  - he left me -
just like you."
       "Somebody has to know:  why he did it." I muttered: more or less to myself:  and let the warm
fire of hope and determination slowly burn inside me.
       "He's gone and he's never coming back. Forget about him:"       Butterfly tried to change the
subject: "I have a feeling: that the guy in the blue shirt is watching us."
       "Don't worry old man: I won't let him hurt you."   I whispered mischievously in his ear - and
suddenly realized: that I was crazy happy.   I had been washed and ironed and put away in the closet
for too long.
       The guy was standing by the window in a blue checkered shirt and very carefully observing the
surface of the ocean: which were there peeking out from the atmosphere.
       The elevator began to slow down slightly.
       The lift girl announced: that we will be at the South Port station in a moment.     Butterfly
raised his eyebrows and showed me with his gaze another suspicious individual:       who was happily
talking on the phone near the exit.
       We stepped out side by side and sturdily headed towards the landing boxes.
       "I park at the back:" said Butterfly  and looked around:  "someone will definitely be waiting
for us there. Get ready."
       I took a slow breath and stretched my arm muscles.   I remembered the doctor's words: just as
he once predicted: that I would remember them one day:     "..you are soldiers of knowledge - do not
forget about daily exercise and regular combat training.."
       In the connecting corridor to Robert's parking space:  a man in a dark gray suit was standing
- and with a friendly smile: he showed us a color card of the port police:          "Hello: there is
temporary failure of service systems in this area - can I ask you to follow me?   - we need to check
the latest arrivals."
       I took half a step away from him with a face of green lamb:   "oh my God: I hope it's nothing
serious?"
       "It's just a common routine.    Go ahead:"  he smiled even wider and pointed back towards the
door. And he did not cover himself in any way - so I couldn't resist: and kicked him straight in the
head - from a spin.   The top of my shoe landed just behind his ear  - it cracked like a blow from a
thick whip: his knees buckled:  but he fell to the ground only when the cruel Butterfly flew up: and
punched him right in the chin - my second kick knocked him unconscious.
       "Not bad:" I praised us enthusiastically and smoothly directed my fighting stance towards the
entrance.
       Butterfly: with lightning speed: shouldered into the opening door:     and immediately kicked
away the weapon: which remained on the ground. 
       The door opened wide again in a hundredth of a second and threw him backwards.
       The happy man:  who ran in just behind the guy in the blue shirt  - threw his phone at me and
hit my mouth.    I immediately started bleeding   - which brought a slightly surprised look to their
honest Nazi faces.
       "Yes. My blood is red:" I spat at them together with my devilish smile - and kicked the happy
one in the stomach with full running force. He screamed and hit me with his left hand.
       The guy in the blue shirt grabbed me by the hair from the other side:        but the graceful
Butterfly was already on the meadow again and stopped him with a precise kick below the knee:    and
then put him out of action with a blow to the temple area.
       Exactly five seconds later: after a beautiful series of four of our synchronized punches - by
fist: knee and elbow - all three were already resting on the floor.
       "Tourists." :said Butterfly with a scornful grin.