Doc lowered Vickers to the floor, put the gun back in her pocket, and turned toward the direction of the van. As she turned, she saw one of the workers approach. He was much too calm, as he reloaded his handgun. There was something vaguely familiar about him. But then, she had seen so many patients through the years. His name...his name…what was his name? The sounds of the sirens were distracting her….Breathe….Breathe…. This was a dangerous one, she remembered. And then, there it was… “Well hello there Jeb, it’s been a few years hasn’t it?” She hoped that she was not only sounding calm, but assuming that monotone hypnotizing voice. When she worked with her patients, she always implanted a trigger phrase into their subconscious, so that future visits would be quicker and more efficient. She never imagined that she would need to use it in this situation. “Jeb, did you see the monkeys, when you went to the zoo?” His momentary pause, and look of confusion was all Doc needed.
As she raced past him, she aimed a butterfly kick at him. The kick looked like a slanted aerial cartwheel, and at the same time, the body spins horizontally in a circle. It begins as a jump with one leg while kicking with the other, then move the kicking leg down and the jumping leg up into a kick, landing with the first kicking leg, all while spinning. This kick involves also the arching the back backwards when airborne to give a horizontal body with high angled legs to the horizontal. The momentum gathered was enough, and Jeb went down, gun flying from his hand. She ran the last few yards, and into the safety of the van.