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a story based in the crime filled streets of the Philippines |
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In an abandoned warehouse near a small town of Caloocan in the Philippines. The sound of a rainy night echoes through the metal ceiling as Mario Severino attach the last piece of TNT inside the van that his friends will be driving 12hours from now. He looked at his rubber black wrist watch and said with a smile "1:13am.. almost done". Mario Severino is a high officer of one of the major organized crime group in the Philippines. He have a half shaven head with a tattoo on his right forearm which says "Love" and left which says "Hate". He has a well tanned complexion like most Filipino people have. He is 23 and only finished 3rd year high school. Became a drug addict and ran off with his friends and joined the "Blood Society" organized crime group near their area. He live in a house made out of metal sheets that are used to make roofs for houses with appliances he and his friends stole from other towns. He got kicked out of the house by his father threatening him if he ever returned that he would choke the life out of him. He lived a tough life at a very young age but despite all this he always have a great confidence in himself that he can change all that. "I just need a spark.. A small spark" he said while looking at the van "Then all will be hell" smiling as he closed his eyes and felt the breeze of cold air coming from outside the warehouse. He left the warehouse satisfied and contented not knowing that someone has sneak around the back door. Not knowing that someone has switched some wires in the bomb armed van while he was whistling away from the warehouse. Not knowing the man inside is now smiling and fill with contentment just like the way he felt before leaving. "It is done" said the figure inside the warehouse now quietly leaving and clearing out any of his trace inside and out. Soaking wet, Mario grabbed a towel hanged at the back of his door and dry himself. After a change of clothes he collapsed to bed contented and satisfied after an all nights work. As he was dreaming, the man inside the warehouse is now speaking with somebody on the cellphone. "How did it go Don?" said the voice from the phone. "Went smoothly as expected... fell kinda sorry for the guy though. He never saw it coming" he said with a huge grin while carving his signature with a knife on the wooden desk opposite the bomb armored van."DE'A'D" "Hey wanna go to the to my place and watch TV tomorrow? It will surely hit the news HAHA!!" Don said as he was closing the door of the warehouse and putting up his hood from his black hooded jacket. Its was rainy evening, but soon it will rain blood. |
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