Chapter 11–The 13th Man

Enigma—The Revisit


Head snaps from vibrating phone buried under pillow.


“Rise from darkness. Check your mail princess.”


Click sound is replaced by brain thumping. Ugghh.. my head.. Headache thermally radiates you can fry an egg on it. I pop one tylenol pill from bedside table to ease excruciating pain. This is the thing with precautions. Even the safest option has downfall. As soon as Sanchez took his take home reward that night, I had to switch aero form component ready. Every guarded entry point has considerable concentration of halogenated isoflurane coupled with perfume to keep them unconscious after 5 minute period at most. Self administered monoamine oxidase inhibitor disposed as last antidepressant medical resort increased my neural synaptic activity resulting to resistance in anesthetic gas. I’ve forgotten though that my internal organs are exceptions from self repair. I survived the momentary hypertension.


Across the bed, laptop, papers and clippings on board reside in chaos. I start opening my mail exclusive to a sole aide.


From: PowderFinger

To: M

Subject: Malay Shipment


Four Mindanao ports are designated for inspection and surveillance due to illegal trade and trafficking. Responsibility was transferred from Armed Forces to Department of Transportation and Communication. Increased in terrorism threat reformed security under Sea Marshall Task Force, giving partial authority back to AFP now lead by Major General Tejeron.


Enlighten me which is which,


General Santos?

Cagayan de Oro?



What kind of cheese are we looking into?


Figures are still somewhat jiggly. Like any puzzle, there’s always one strong piece that gives meaning to all other scattered parts. Getting closer is risky but I’m up against time. I send him a short message back.


From: M

To: PowderFinger

Subject: Re Malayan Shipment


Update soon when I’m closer to the cheese.


I pack the essentials for tonight’s ball. Brunette hair is pinned fittingly and gray contact lenses are set to perfectly blend. Last of preparation is the laborious implementation of Basal Ganglia nuclei. My eyes close as thought focuses on one photographic image. How can anyone grasp this feeling every time? A word is a scornful attempt. They slide to the core submitting to one thought.


To be continued..

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