ANGEL OF THE LORD NOVEL IN BLOG (PART 8)

ANGEL OF THE LORD NOVEL IN BLOG (PART 8)

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Jason’s smart flare stopped the rain of blows momentarily for Mike. Reeling from the pain and fazed by cruel torture for the first time in 18 years, he lapsed to mumbling abject prayers of resignation. “Take me now O’ Father Almighty. Take me away from this place.”

The wincing and limping crew of strong arm sleuths dragged Mike and the wasted driver over the token resistance from the cops on the beat. “This is NBI business in front of our headquarters. We have jurisdiction. You should not interfere with our investigation.” “Anong investigation ba yan, that’s more like an execution”, one officer objected. “Naku, akala mo ay hindi marunong mang salvage kayo ha, don’t you be sanctimonious, Mr. Dirty Harry “, the more senior deputy countered with sarcasm and waved the appalled patrolmen aside.

Heaping abuse and raining blows on the pair of captives at every chance, they bodily towed Mike and his fallen cohort like lifeless heaps and unceremoniously tossed them head first into the back of their unmarked police van. Before that, Mike was cuffed with a tenacity that almost snapped his arms. With hands pinned behind him and unable to break the fall, Mike’s smooth face scraped heavily against the hard corrugated flooring without carpet cover.

The duty officer at the entrance tried to halt the advance of the ragtag group with their beaten prey. ‘Er mga brod, the SOP around here is to book them first at detention over at the ground floor of Bugarin Bldg. across the driveway. Besides those two look like they are ready to croak. Take them to the clinic first to be revived”. “Nah, Deputy Director Tiongco wants them brought right away to his office to shed light on a very top level and highly sensitive case. National security matter to, pare ko.”

With one fell swoop, the gang of roughneck lawmen managed again to name drop their way and pull rank in the name of their former Regional Director. It probably worked like clockwork 500 miles north of the capital to lead to record stats in crimes solved but could be telling enough to cause a serious career setback for the new Deputy Director in a different environment which was more steeped in human rights advocacy and due process of law.

The group commandeered the first elevator to open. They thumbed to the fourth floor and swung the body of the driver with the head as the bumper to serve as a battering ram to break open the door to their office. They chuckled at their own antics to assuage their past hurts during the fracas at the street below. Growing more virulent, they sadistically threw the crumpled bodies to the floor against the wall in front of their desks.

La Salle University campus was only two train stops from the scene. Jason raced across the manicured Bermuda turf of the football field. He was sporting his green varsity jacket by now and ran barefoot with his black trousers rolled up to calf length at the seams. To complete the change in disguise and also to mark his flair for fashion, he tied a matching green bandana around his head. It both served as a neat cover for the auburn hair and the right accent for the bright green jacket emblazoned with an archer perched on one knee pulling at an arrow to fire away.

Barefoot was his trademark style. He could play a mean game of basketball over any terrain unshod. This was gained from countless street balls and brawls in his home state of Indiana where basketball was more a credo than just a game. And Jason could really dribble that ball more adroitly than any point guard known to man. He could do multiple crossovers while barefoot. He can dribble behind, between his legs, on the run, and even backwards with the robotic moves of Michael Jackson. No wonder the hopes of the De La Salle University Green Archers for next season’s basketball championship in the NCAA local counterpart league were pinned inevitably on Jason’s savvy with the ball.

For this they gifted him with an athletic scholarship for a PHD in Electronic and Computer Engineering, and ten pairs of Nike shoes, all made in the U.S. of A. Besides his feet were too oversized to fit the ones made in China.

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