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When the two began this second training session, it was 3:09 PM. Now, roughly three hours later, at 6:14 PM, a few minutes before sunset, Jimmy, deflecting an Ippon Ken aimed at his kidney with his hand, hears, along with old man Peter, an irritated female voice coming from the entrance that led to the hobo's house exit, "What are you doing, you idiot? You told me to meet you in front of the abandoned bus at 6:00 PM and made me wait more than ten minutes, and for what? To fight with a filthy hobo?"
Turning his attention to the female voice, Jimmy sees Mandy, dressed in her blue cheerleader uniform, with a blue sports bag on her back, and looking pretty annoyed.
So, as soon as Jimmy opens his mouth to say something, he feels a blow so strong to the pit of his stomach that his vision momentarily darkens.
The blow was so strong that his body is lifted into the air, his torso folding like a flip phone "... -BAMMMM- ... Urgh!"
"Guhhh... fuck!", unable to breathe properly, Jimmy exclaims as he falls to all fours on the ground, barely able to form a word.
"That's what happens when you don't pay attention to everything around you, brat!", walking around a fallen Jimmy on the ground, old man Peter says with a smile as he watches the boy tightly holding the spot where he was hit, his face twisted in pain, drooling and gasping for air.
"Is he gonna be okay? Not that I care", approaching old man Peter with a look of disgust on her face, Mandy asks while covering her nose, only to correct herself the next instant as she realized her question made her sound concerned.
"The brat's tough, he'll recover in a few minutes", glancing briefly at Mandy, old man Peter turns his gaze back to Jimmy and says.
A few minutes later, Jimmy gets up with difficulty, slapping away old man Peter's offered hand as he angrily says, "Fuck you, old man!"
"Yeah, yeah, complain all you want, but you know I'm right", shrugging, old man Peter says, not really caring about Jimmy's insult.
Then, after another minute, Jimmy recovers almost completely and turns his attention to Mandy, asking in confusion, "What are you doing here?"
"Are you deaf? I said I waited for you in front of the bus for more than ten minutes, and you never showed up", frowning, Mandy asks, her previous bad mood returning strongly as she remembers that this idiot made her stand and wait, and if she hadn't come to see what was happening there, he would have made her wait for much longer.
"Is it already 6:00 PM?", still a bit disoriented, Jimmy asks, massaging the area where he took the punch.
"Yeah, duhh! It's already practically nighttime, don't tell me you didn't notice that too?", pointing to the sky that was no longer orange from the sunset, Mandy says while looking at Jimmy as if he were stupid; it was clear they were in the last minutes of daylight, how did he not notice that?
"Okay, my bad! I got so caught up in training that I lost track of time... wait, why did you come in here?", finally realizing how late it was, Jimmy apologizes, only to realize the next instant that it made no sense for Mandy to have come in there.
"I got tired of waiting for you standing and went into the abandoned bus thinking there would be a bench so I could at least sit, but there wasn't! Then, as I was leaving, I heard noises coming from here and came to check what was going on", Mandy says irritably, explaining why she was there.
Lifting his uniform to check his abdomen, Jimmy shifts his gaze from his newest purple bruise to Mandy before commenting with a huff, "You know that's exactly how people usually die in horror movies, right?"
"Wow, how funny, now how about you grab that crap you asked me to get for you? So I can get out of this stinky place already", casting a brief glance at his defined abdomen covered in bruises of all colors, Mandy, blushing slightly, turns her gaze back to Jimmy and asks irritably while taking her sports bag off her back and extending it to him.
Then, after lowering his uniform and covering his abdomen, Jimmy takes Mandy's bag and places it on the ground before crouching next to it and opening it to see what she had arranged for them to use.
"Let me see...", before Jimmy can begin to pull the equipment out of the bag, old man Peter interrupts him, "Put the gloves on before touching anything else, it reduces the chances of leaving DNA behind!"
"Got it!", Jimmy nods before grabbing and putting on a pair of sturdy black gloves, which fortunately were placed above all the other equipment.
"Why worry about that?", Mandy asks, not understanding why Jimmy had to put on gloves before touching everything.
Starting to remove the equipment from inside the bag, Jimmy explains what he knew about the subject, "Let's suppose you leave dead skin cells on a glove, and then punch someone to death using that glove. It happens that, during those punches, those cells can detach from the glove and stick to the victim. And thus, the police gain access to your DNA and can identify who killed the victim."
"And you only tell me this now?", frowning heavily, Mandy asks in an exasperated manner, completely irritated to learn this only now.
"I told you to wear gloves during the whole process, didn't I?", turning his gaze to her, Jimmy asks, holding a balaclava in one hand.
"Yes, but what if I hadn't used them?", briefly nodding in confirmation, Mandy asks, gesturing worriedly.
"Did you use them or not?", putting on the balaclava he was holding in his hand, Jimmy asks a little impatiently, his voice becoming muffled.
"I used them, but isn't DNA all over the body? I didn't use a mask", Mandy responds; she didn't understand anything about the subject, but she clearly remembered having seen somewhere that DNA isn't only on the hands, and this little piece of information was making her quite worried.
"Did you rub your face or any other part of your body on the clothes?", standing up from his crouch, Jimmy asks as he hands a pair of gloves to old man Peter.
"No", Mandy answers, looking at Jimmy oddly upon hearing that question.
"Did you spit or sneeze on the clothes?", continuing, Jimmy asks another question, returning his gaze to Mandy.
"Eww, no", Mandy replies with disgust. Why would she do that?
"Then the chances of you having left DNA on the clothes are small", shrugging, Jimmy says; she had nothing to worry about if she hadn't done any of the things he'd mentioned.
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