Subic Bay International Airport, Container Terminal
2021, Dec. 06. 02:12 (PHT)
The cold sea breeze blew past the guards patrolling the dimly lit lot. They work in pairs, the guards, scattered around the middle of the field. Each of them wore unassuming clothes but held an FN P90 as they stood alert to anything that might happen. It was dark and quiet. Only the wind howling quietly and the small rattling of the steel containers placed sporadically on the terminal can be heard.
A car drove to the terminal and the guards’ eyes all darted towards it. It was a black Honda Jazz driving carefully towards them. “Boss,” one of the guards whispered as he pressed the talk button on his wired earpiece connected to his cheap smartphone. “The buyer is here.
A pair of guards then opened a container and inside revealed three people. They each stepped out of the container and went to the middle of the field. One of them is a rotund and short man, well-dressed in a black Emporio Armani suit. Each of his fingers adorned with rings with gemstones almost as big as the digit of his fingers. “Are you boys ready?” he snorted as they walked.
“Of course, Sir Yakut” the person on his left replied coldly. The man stands at six foot flat; brown eyes, hooked nose, and his hair brushed-up back revealing his thinning hairline. He wore a scruffy and tattered white Karate Gi with a black belt and fingerless gloves.
“We were ready since yesterday, Yakut!” the person on the right exclaimed with a wide grin on his face. The man has the same height, same brown eyes and hooked nose like the other man. However, he wore a white shirt with an [I ♥ Subic] text tackily placed in the middle and an old pair of faded jeans.
As the three men walked towards the middle of the dark open road, the car approached them and came to a stop. Two stoic men in black stepped out of the black car, one of them holding a chrome briefcase. “Gentlemen,” greeted one of the men in black as he nodded to Yakut. “May we see the wares?”
Yakut snapped his finger and a guard whispered something on his wired headset. Soon after, a forklift carrying three crates drove towards Yakut and the men. As it arrived, the man in the Karate Gi took one of the crates and pulled its top to reveal what’s inside and showed it to the men in black. Inside the crates are foam and guns. Yakut took one and presented it to the men. “This is the Bushmaster’s ACR. Discontinued in 2020, we’re offering these bad boys 30% off.” He took a magazine and clipped it on the gun and cocked it. “30 shots of 5.56 by 45 NATO rounds or 6.8 SPC rounds for more oomph on this standard mag. You can change the barrels, not provided of course, to make it into a long-range sniping rifle to an urban sub-machine gun.” He then clipped the stock and folded it to the side of the rifle. “You can even fold the stock for a little CQB action!”
“That’s nice, Mr. Yakut. We expect it to be delivered at–“ one of the men in black said but was interrupted by Yakut.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Yakut interrupted while placing the folding stock back and removing the magazine to return it to the crate. “Show me the money.”
The man holding the chrome briefcase stepped forward. He lifted the briefcase and opened it to reveal stacks of P500 bills. “4,591,500 pesos in 500 peso denomination, just as you’ve requested.”
“Perfect!” Yakut grinned as he stroked his chubby chin. “Perfect!”
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Ayala Mall Harbor Point
2021, Dec. 06. 02:18 (PHT)
“Quartz… This is Trigger,” a man on the rooftop of the empty mall said as he aimed an Accuracy International AW50 with no scope at the direction of the container terminal. The container terminal was roughly three kilometers away Southwest of the mall, and the man is lying down on his stomach as if he is a sniper about to shoot. “I see the money, target confirmed.”
“OK!” someone replied on the sniper’s headset. “Team, phase 1 of the plan will commence in 3… 2… 1… GO!”
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Subic Bay International Airport, Container Terminal
2021, Dec. 06. 02:18 (PHT)
Everything was going so well for Yakut that he couldn't help but smile. It was his last deal of the year and it was going well. He just sold an old, discontinued wares from a bankrupt company for more than 50% the original price. His client this time is a big name in the industry, and if all goes as planned perfectly, he can be the supplier of maybe the most powerful organized crime in the Philippines.
As Yakut and the men in black were talking about business, they heard gunshots in the distance. The men in black reached from under their coats and Yakut’s guards readied themselves for an attack. “What’s happening?” Yakut ordered.
A man holding a P90 came running towards Yakut and the men. “Boss, we’re being attacked!” the man shouted as he warned Yakut and the men in black.
“Who is it?” Yakut asked while shouting back. A lot of possibilities popped into his head. Was it the police? Was it another group? Is it the Senator? It could be anyone! His eyebrow curled as his mind was racing, wondering who perpetrated the attack.
“Sir Yakut?” said the man wearing the Karate Gi tapped Yakut’s shoulder as he asked, “What should we do now?”
Yakut snapped back to reality. He suddenly grabbed his smartphone from the pocket of his slacks and unlocked it, revealing for a moment a picture of him together with his wife and daughter. He tapped on the pink floppy disk with a telephone icon app to open an encrypted communication system. The interface showed a list of jumbled letters and numbers, but he just tapped the ‘Call All’ icon on the top. “Tell me what’s going on, now!”
All of the guards then talked at the same time, saying different things. There were gunshots, shouting, gibberish, cursing, and metal clanging echoing through the container terminal.
Out of nowhere, a man riding a matte black Lightning LS-218 suddenly appeared just meters away from Yakut and the men in black. He was wearing full riding gear, all in black, and no parts of his skin were exposed. The two tall men protecting Yakut quickly grabbed him and dragged him back, protecting him from the motorcycle as it ran past them. Before the two men in black could react, the motorist grabbed the chrome briefcase. It was quiet, as do almost all electric motorcycles. Coupled with its speed, the motorcycle was gone in a couple of seconds.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” Yakut asked angrily as he tried to stand up. His guards had flung him back harder than he would have liked and knocked him to the cold, rough, and dirty cement road. The men in black, startled by what happened, drew their guns – standard PNP Glock 17s – and aimed it at Yakut.
“What are you –” SNAP!
The two men in black shrieked in pain as they noticed that their wrist was twisted and wrangled. Wondering what happened, they noticed that the two tall men were already on their side. They swung their hands to aim at Yakut’s guards and tried to shoot, but their hand was too mangled to aim properly. “Bang!” they missed. Before they have a chance to correct their aim and make the second shot, the two tall men punched them in the face, knocking them prone and knocking them unconcious.
Yakut stood up and brushed the dust off his suit. Now that he is calmer, he reached for his phone and tapped one of the users on the list. “Tell me what’s happening!” he demanded as he motioned to the tall men to follow him.
“They came out of nowhere, boss!” one of the guards exclaimed through the phone as Yakut walked towards the black Honda Jazz that the men in black drove. “And they’re destroying us!”
“Who are they?” Yakut asked. “How many are they?”
“We don’t know who they are!” the guard replied. “There’s two of them, boss!”
“What..?”
“There’s two of them!”
Yakut was flabbergasted. Two… TWO! His night was being ruined by just two people. Was the man earlier on the motorcycle one of those two? He doesn’t know, but he will think about that later. For now, he needs to leave the place. A lot of gunshots had been fired. Sooner or later, the police will come, and it will become messy. No doubt about it. It’s better to leave as soon as possible.
He dropped the call and locked his phone. He opened the car and called the two tall men. “B1, B2, kill those motherfuckers that ruined this deal.” Yakut then reached into his coat to pull out his gold-rimmed Ray-ban sunglasses. “After that, cool off and you’ll be paid in a week.”
“Hey, Yakut! What about the money?” the tall man wearing the tacky shirt asked. “What’ll we do with it.”
“If you got it, then just hold on to it. Those are probably marked. If you use it to buy stuff, then you will be traced.” Yakut checked for the keys and found it still in the car. “The money isn’t important. Make sure that the guns are safe!”
“Got it, Bossing!”
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“Quartz, this is Dashboard,” the man in the electric motorcycle reported as he sped away with the chrome briefcase. “I got the target!”
“Dashboard, this is IO,” someone replied coyly to the wireless headset underneath the helmet. There were clicking noises and the voice sounded like a teenage boy. “You know, you can drive away and keep that 4.5 million pesos!”
“THIS IS 4.5 MILLION PESOS!” the motorist shouted as the motorcycle swerved a little. “Damn!”
“Dashboard, this is Quartz,” another voice from the wireless headset replied. “I would like to let you know that that money is probably marked, and we need to ‘clean’ it first before spending it.”
“Huh?”
“Dashboard, this is Trigger. There are 3 enemy riding in tandems. Be careful.”
As if on cue, Dashboard heard the sound of motorcycle engines being pushed to its limits in the distance. “Outrunning them should be easy enough,” he whispered as he throttled on his bike to speed up. The Lightning LS-218 is a high speed electric bike that can go 0 to 90 km/h in 2 seconds and it has a top speed of 350 km/h. He is confident that their enemy can’t catch him.
Then, he heard gunshots.
“FUCK!” Dashboard swerved and weaved as he tried to dodge the bullets. In the distance, three Honda Rouser NS 200 tried to catch up to him. Each of the motorcycles has a driver and a passenger holding a P90. “They’re shooting at me! Quartz! They’re shooting at me!”
“Trigger, this is Quartz,” the voice in Dashboard’s wireless headset said. “Are you able to help Dashboard?”
“Sure.” The man in the mall replied as he smiled. He aimed at the direction of the container terminal three kilometers away. He then lifted his aim 12º higher and aimed 2 inches to his left. “No problem,” he said as he squeezed the trigger. BANG! The sound of the rifle boomed so loud, it became inaudible.
As the three riders tried to catch up to Dashboard, the driver’s head of the one in front suddenly exploded. Blood, brain matter, and gore sprayed all over, and all that saw it was stunned. The motor swerved and crashed, along with the gunner, and the two remaining motorists turned to avoid getting caught by the crash.
“HOLY F…” Dashboard, IO, and Quartz blurted as they saw what happened to one of their enemies. They then heard in their wireless headset Trigger cocking his rifle. “Trigger! Avoid killing anyone! Please!” Quartz ordered.
