Mag-log inThis time, it was Lukas and Francis who watched behind the observatory window. In front of the Mambabarang was Sergeant Alice Abantay, and the newly promoted Corporal Jan Nagar.
Roberto was restrained in the same manner as the cultist who previously sat in his chair. The Mambabarang watched in amusement, his gaze was glued at the soldiers before him."I never knew the Armed Forces has a branch specialized in occult combat." He chuckled."And we are good interrogators too." Alice said as Nagar lifted the knife from the wheeled table by the wall."Wait, isn't this police brutality? I have rights too!" The Mambabarang protested."I'm afraid we are not police." Alice grinned as Nagar raised the knife in the air, causing the light to reflect against its shiny blade. "And their jurisdiction does not reach us. Meaning, we could kill you here without no one finding out.""Okay, okay," Roberto shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still smiling as if all of this was some cruel joke. "I'll tell you what you wanted. I promise." He tried to raise his handcuffed hands. "But you will set me free?""It depends if we will like what comes out of that mouth of yours." Alice replied."What do you want to know?" The sight of Nagar approaching Alice and halting beside her made him uneasy. "You know, I feel something evil that recently visited this place.""We want to talk about that, actually." Alice replied. "One of your buddies ratted you out and handed you over to us but when we knocked at your house back in Zamboanga, you're nowhere to be found.""What does it have to do with the air around us?""Because that buddy of yours summoned it." Alice slammed her hands against the table. "And he also revealed to us about your connection with a deity." Nagar approached Roberto with the blade pointed at him."What do you want to know about him?" He asked. "I-I can't reveal anything about him.""Why not?" Nagar asked as he examined the butcher's knife in his hands. "It's a little bit too shiny, don't you think? I like my knives...dirty.""Okay, okay." Roberto surrendered. "He is ancient," he began. "He is old, he predated all of us in age.""Cut the bedtime story crap." Alice said. "We don't have time.""He was one of the gods that previously ruled the world. That was the only thing I knew about him. He was also one of the rulers in Hell, an incarnation of evil. He was too powerful to be equated to just a mere Demon." Roberto let out a defeated sigh. "And he walked among us." He laughed. "He was one of the heralds of the apocalypse, aside from the Four Horsemen and all that crap. He is Sitan.""The Philippine God of Hell?" Alice asked."Yeah," Roberto replied. "He ruled the ancient underworld, located above Hades' own hell. It wasn't to be confused with the Judeo-Christian Hell which was located on another realm."Nagar's boldness was repressed after hearing what Roberto said. He glanced at Alice as if she knew a thing or two. The Sergeant, although scared, remained stoic."You're bluffing." She said. "There are monsters, sure, and you all proved that Demons also exist. But there was no way that mythological gods existed--""Oh, they are very real, alright." Roberto laughed. "Why do you think the monsters have regained their boldness and began to attack even at the brightness of the day, hmm?" The Mambabarang laughed. "Because the deities are rising, the gods whom the one you call the Father had banished.""So, does that mean that Angels existed too?" She added. If it was, then their battle was not lost for sure. She wanted to know.She needed to know."Well, a lot of them fell." Roberto mockingly laugh. "Boo-hoo, sorry princess."Nagar approached. The mirth in his laughter died."So they do?" She felt hope. "What about the others..." she remembered what the crazed soldier rambled about. "...the armored warriors who fought the monsters?"Roberto's eyes widened."Don't," he abruptly said. "Don't even mention them to me!" Fear returned to his face as if he too had encountered them.Alice smiled. This war isn't lost as it seemed."Okay, I will not." Alice replied. "But you will tell me a name or a location where that Sitan might be."Roberto caught his breath. He shifted in his seat before divulging another word."An apartment block in Bansalan, Davao Del Sur." Roberto said. "Brgy. Pulang Lupa," he added. "I heard the others talked about some factory within that establishment. His honor guards mentioned that he regularly visited it.""What about an exact place where he lived?" Alice asked."Even if you cut me up with that knife or you tell tales about those..." he could not say the word. "...things, I don't really have anything to say. Promise. I am just a high priest, and not all of the state secrets were shared to me.""Okay," Alice nodded. "He goes to a cell. He's a good informant.""Wait, I thought you're releasing me?!""Trust me, junior." Nagar began to unlock his cuff after he handed Alice the knife. "You had far better deal than the others before you who sat on that same chair." He placed a sack over his head and began to drag him away.Alice glanced at the observatory window, at Lukas and Francis who were quietly listening.The lights flickered on. Lukas was quietly sat on the chair, savoring the chilly wind brought by the main hall's air conditioning unit. Nurse was beside him, bandaging the laceration on his right arm."Are you sure you're going to be okay?" She asked with concern in her tone.Sergeant Alice Abantay stood a few meters from them, visibly jealous."I have fought with the Lieutenant before, of course he will!" She yelled rather loudly. "That's more of an insult on his part!""Sarge, it's fine." Lukas said with a raise of his hand. He noticed that her forehead was bandaged by medics."No, LT! She made you sound like a wimp!" Alice yelled."I said it's fine, sarge! Dammit." He glanced at her forehead for the second time. "How's that?""The medics advised that I take a day off before I join any combat operation." She grinned. "But what the hell do they know?""I need my XO to be sharp so that she could
The operation was unlike any other. Lukas sat near the exit of the truck, allowing him to see the other four trucks behind the convoy filled with the recently sent 666IB soldiers from other Outpost Detachments. Most of them had seen a fair share of Hell and doesn't need any form of watered down instructions unlike with the rookies who were clueless about almost everything.Lukas thought about the words of the Major yesterday. When he said that they are going to end this, he really is being serious. Otherwise, he wouldn't have requested a large number of personnel and launched a major offensive in this tiny village that probably has little capability to defend itself against a small platoon of 666IB soldiers.Some of the troopers were loant from the other Outpost Detachments and will return to their original duties after this. It was understandable. The 666IB was the only largest paranormal combat unit, but their numbers are limited. Replenishing it required a long
He glanced at the photo with tears falling from his eyes. He held the only possession he have. It was against the rules of the Battalion to obtain any object that would remind its personnel the former lives they had but Lukas does not care.It was an image of him and his wife by the beach. In her bosom, she carried an infant draped in blanket. It was taken by her sister when they had a family reunion before. He wondered how the two of them are doing now since his "death" three or four years ago. The watchers under his payroll told him that she had already found someone--a banker and a childhood sweetheart of hers. Her new husband treats her and their daughter well and she was currently carrying a second baby.It hurt him to hear that she was already happy in the arms of another man, but the sacrifice he--and the others--have made were neccessary to ensure the continuous survival of the nation against the threats that they have no knowledge of.Better that
"Greetings, gentlemen." Major Tomas Veras greeted as they entered. Lukas sat at the middle, as usual, with Alice sat beside him. The aging officer activated the projection after the lights of the room deactivated. "The cellular phone that 1st Lieutenant Francis Borja and his group had recovered contained vital intelligence that would aid us in the pursuit of our target."An image of another village by the river located in Sirawai appeared in the projection screen. The picture was a real-time satellite image and, despite being thousands of feet above, the image possessed a clarity like no other, revealing small details in great accuracy.He saw a handful of wooden huts along the river as well as long flat platforms or bridges that connected the treetops together. By the looks of it, the settlement looked more of a guerilla's hideout than a village. He guessed that beneath the leaves, there were tree houses occupied by belligerents. It put the defenders at a tactical
This time, it was Lukas and Francis who watched behind the observatory window. In front of the Mambabarang was Sergeant Alice Abantay, and the newly promoted Corporal Jan Nagar.Roberto was restrained in the same manner as the cultist who previously sat in his chair. The Mambabarang watched in amusement, his gaze was glued at the soldiers before him."I never knew the Armed Forces has a branch specialized in occult combat." He chuckled."And we are good interrogators too." Alice said as Nagar lifted the knife from the wheeled table by the wall."Wait, isn't this police brutality? I have rights too!" The Mambabarang protested."I'm afraid we are not police." Alice grinned as Nagar raised the knife in the air, causing the light to reflect against its shiny blade. "And their jurisdiction does not reach us. Meaning, we could kill you here without no one finding out.""Okay, okay," Roberto shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still smil
Under the cover of the night, their transport journeyed to the targeted location. Lukas caressed the grip of his blessed rifle and calmed his troubled mind that was slipping to yet another world of random thoughts again but he thought that there was no point in wishing back his previous life or how things should be and decided to refocus his thoughts on something else entirely.He noticed that their transport vehicles, no matter how long the distance was, always arrived to its destination in a short period of time. Sometimes, the vehicles itself were occasionally seen by civilians in broad daylight when there were no secret routes available to take.He heard from the privileged few included in the Personnel Exchange Program with the Agency, that their vehicles were modified using the organization's advance tech that allowed them to reach point A to point B in a short span of time. In addition, their vehicles were also fitted with a cloak tech that made it looke