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"I want you to join our group, Pare. I want you to replace me, if I'm killed someday. Please lead our struggle in the hills. My comrades in the underground already know you. They recognizes you as my best friend. They know you as a very honorable leader." Andrei pleaded as he continued to gulp more beer. "They always hear your voice over the radio everytime you give your opinions on the ills of our society. However, they could not be convinced easily that the way to change is through a peaceful manner. It would be much better if you use your ideas in convincing more people to join our ranks. The more we create violence, the more we could force the government to initiate reforms."
Joe was in silence, holding his response. This invitation had long been offered by his friend, but he had a different opinion about "change". While it was true that his objectives were for the suffering Filipinos, he had a different idea on what should be done - a slow transformation by educating young and old Filipinos, and fighting corruption in the open halls of power. He was against violence of any means.
"It's alright! S-sorry. . . sorry, Pare. . . I know, you will just be denying me again. Ha-ha-ha! I am just trying my luck, if I could convince you this time." Andrei interrupted his friend's silence, as he embraced him. He was a little drunk by now. He finished four bottles of beer already, compared to Joe's one. "Anyway, as what I have told you. . . I feel my end is really nearing. So, I wanted you to keep this for me now, before the military catch me down." Andrei opened his black shoulder bag, and handed to his friend a red book tucked inside it. "Please keep it for me, and for the generations to come. It's a collection of my writings about the revolution, the change that we really need for our country and its people."
Headlights from two motorcycles brightened the fence of the resort’s compound. Their engine sounds from distance could not be heard, however, being overcome by the angry waves of the sea. Suddenly, the motorcycle lights were gone.
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"I smell dangers, Pare. This must be the real thing!" Andrei rose up from the bench and ran to the direction of his motorcycle. "I don't want you to be involved with this now. Come! Get your motorcycle, too... and go ahead!" He pulled out a 45-caliber gun from his black bag, and tucked it at his waist. He drew out a pair of high frequency two-way radio, and gave one to Joe. "You will need this... Keep it open on the road." "Oh, my God!" Joe sighed with fears as he tucked the book behind his back, inside his denim pants. |
He tucked the two-way radio at the pocket of his denim jacket. He was not used to this kind of threat. If his rebel friend, who was used to real dangers felt the fear, how much more he was?
Andrei was alert and keen-eyed, while both of them started their motorcycles. Aling Gloria was standing near their motorcycles when they arrived at the resort's gate. It was her habit to watch the vehicles of her customers while they're inside her property. "What made you in a hurry, Andrei. . . Joe? The night is still young."
"W-well. . . the rain clouds above the sea are packing so fast. A heavy rain may drop soon. We may not be able to go home with the hard shower along the highway," Andrei answered. "G-good night. . . we're going home now, Aling Gloria. Thank you very much for your good service."
Two more motorcycles arrived and screeched to a neighboring resort next to Aling Gloria's compound. They were more sophisticated 5-speed race motorcycles. Joe's heart quivered faster than they were before.
"Please go ahead, Pare. I'll just follow you. If you can escape with your motorcycle as fast as you can, please do it. They're just after me. So, they may not hurt you at all."
"No, we must go together. There is a greater chance that they won't hurt you if you have companion beside you," Joe replied. The impulse of survival forced him to start his motorcycle's gasoline throttle to its full and speed away. Andrei followed behind him with greater speed.
After a few moments, two motorcycles swiftly passed beside Joe. They were the same motorcycles which chased them while they were on their way to the beach. Each man on the back ride had short guns aimed toward Andrei. With his left hand, Joe picked out the two-way radio inside his jacket and warned his friend, "Pard's! They're behind you now. . . they have guns! They're going to shoot you. . . Oh, my God! "
| Another pair of race motorcycles swiftly passed beside Joe 's motorcycle. This time, the two back riders had UZI guns at their hands. Joe felt more dangers with the this couple of sophisticated motorcycles. They're five times faster than their 125cc motorcycles. "They'll be able to catch my friend. Andrei will be dead soon with those UZI guns in their hands!" lamented Joe with tears almost dropping his eyes. |
"BANG! BANG! BANG" sounded the fires of 45-caliber guns. From a distance Joe concluded that they were fired by the first pair of motorcyclists chasing his friend. Every single sound of the gunfires were like a hit in Joe's heart. The last sound of shots made him feel dead. He wanted to stop and wait until they left his friend's dead body. But he can't do it. He must pursue them, follow them, and see what he could do to save his friend.
"PRAAKK!. .. PRAAKK! ...PRAAKK!" Joe saw from a distant the flashing lights from the UZI guns as they were fired. The shots came from the race motorcycle riders. Joe's heart pounded faster. His knees turned soft, and his grip on the gasoline throttle loosened. His motorcycle crashed to the grasses beside the highway. "Oh, my God. . . why should this thing happen to him?!!!" Joe screamed with anger as he pounded the gasoline tank of his downed motorcycle.
"PRAAKKK! . . . PRAAKKK! . . PRAAKK! . . . SCREEECHHH! . .. KABBLOOOMMM! " Echoed the combined sounds of UZI guns on fire, motorcycle colliding with the road. . . and an explosion.
"Someone's motorcycle had exploded. It must be Andrei's." All that Joe could see later was a flash of fire and the rising smoke from the explosion.
There was a sudden silence. But the fire and a smoke from the distance at Joe's position was visible in the midst of darkness. This time, Joe could hear the pounding of his heart. Later, a growing sound of motorcycle - louder and louder, until it was nearing Joe's place. "OH, MY GOD! They won't spare me...," he thought.
The blinding lights of the race motorcycles were nearing him. He'll be dead soon if he move, was in his mind. But he could not afford to die like a powerless prey. Joe secretly and slowly pulled his gun. He's using his gun to fight back!
A choppy sound started to come out from his two-way radio: "P-PARE... ARE YOU OKEY? HA-HA-HA! IT'S NOT YET OUR END! You're right, MASAMANG DAMO NEVER DIE YOUNG! Ha-ha-ha!"
Joe held high the radio toward his right ear, with his other hand holding secretly his gun. A different pair of motorcycled men went closer to him, with the UZI guns just clinging to their shoulders.
"It's over now, Ka Joe!. Commander Silent is alive..." shouted the first man as he pulled up Joe's motorcycle from the ground.
"Please go with us... he's waiting for you," said the other armed man.
Joe could not believe what had happened while driving towards Andrei, near the burning motorcycles and dead gunmen. He stopped his motorcycle in front of Andrei. "Ha-ha -ha! We must be thankful to Ka Rosa's group. They saved us from these enemies," Andrei calmed his friend as he embraced him.
They walked towards the front seat of the big van and waited for the other armed men to place their motorcycles inside it. After the motorcycles were in place inside the van, the driver gestured to the two friends beside him that they were moving. The men in two race motorcycles went ahead of the van.
The driver of the van answered Joe's puzzles as he talked with Andrei. "We were assigned by Ka Rosa to inform you that the SUPREMO is here, and wanted to meet you before midnight at Plaridel. But in your camp, your comrades told us that you were trying to reach Ka Joe - possibly at your hang-out in Kayumanggi Beach Resort. When Ka Jimmy and Ka Enso, those Brothers in front of our van, reached the resort, they radioed us that you were speeding away already. They thought something was wrong when your motorcycles were running at extraordinary speed and being chased by those dead guys. So, the rescue was ordered immediately by Ka Rosa.
The driver's explanation was clear. Being tired and sleepy, however, the two friends did not ask any further. What mattered to them was they were still alive. From above, the chopping sound of military helicopters could be heard, going towards the direction of the clash. Later, a group of military trucks could be seen moving also towards the direction of the hostilities. Back to Home
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