”Your homework on alertness is simple but effective. You’ve tried it once, for a day. Now we get serious about it. For the next week, keep track of everyone you encounter. Strangers, people you know, people who know you. As before, keep a count of how many times they notice you before you notice them, and vice versa. Every time someone sees you and reacts before you do is a potentially lethal encounter you won’t walk away from.”
”Isn’t that a little paranoid?”.
Sven shook his head. “This is standard training for self-defense on urban streets, never mind military situations. Your job as scout combines features of both. Learn to notice everythin around you. Alertness is half the fight. Being prepare to act on an instant’s notice is the other half. No moments of doubt, hesitation, self questioning. Go for a crippling blow whenever you can, but if it comes down to a lethal fight and you’re not prepared to kill the other bastard to stay alive …well, then, you’re in the wrong job, kid.”
Margo chewed her lip. Would she be able to pull a trigger? Or cut someone’s throat? Martial arts was one thing, with its focus on getting the hell out with minimal damage; knifing or shooting someone was something else. Clearly, she had some soul searching to do.
”Problems?” Sven asked quietly.
That question deserved an honest answer. “Maybe. I don’t know. I survived St. Giles, but it shook me up. I need to do some heavy thinking tonight.”
Sven nodded “Good That’s critical. Unless you’re prepared to use deadly force, and I mean prepared here,” he tapped her head, “and here,” he tapped her chest, “you won’t use it when the flag drops on a lethal encounter. You’ll be the one carried home. Think it out. Meanwhile, you might as well start learning technique.”