"Aira wakes up...quick," whispered to her but with urgency. She followed what I said where I gathered my things, especially the backpack. It's always ready and handy. We groped our way to the back door in the kitchen going to the concrete wall where I pushed her up totally into the other side. I carefully lifted her up for easy access to the narrow way going to the other street. We ran as fast as we can, going to Roxas Boulevard but the assassins were following us. They're not together on this pursuit but instead allowing themselves to run after us.As we ran farther from them heading to the corner of EDSA and Roxas Boulevard, we turned right going to EDSA-Pasay Rotonda, where I decided to enter a Beer House. But the assassin fired a shot at us and a customer was hit in the stomach. The Police Patrol car arrived at the Beer House that we distanced ourselves from the place. We continued running even though dangers were looming to us.I stopped a taxi cab which gave us the freedom to go

I was quite troubled by Mike's behavior so I changed my plan; instead of staying in Bacolod City, going to my house in Cavite was the best option to settle this game. Knowing what really matters with the Game FX agreement and I for one, changed my outlook on this game in my life. I need to live more to be with my daughter and for all the loved ones I had with Ayah Isabel.We traveled by plane and after two hours we were at Manila Domestic Airport. I left Shaira in a hotel room, hired a car, and proceeded to my house in Cavite. I was still wearing my mask when I arrived. I entered the gate and the guard questioned me about my identity."Guard, call Mike Luna," as I removed my mask."Yes sir.""Guard, what is it?""He's not answering sir.""Okay, watch carefully.""Yes sir."I dialed Mike Luna's number while parking the car; he was not answering the phone. My instant actuation called for me to be aware of myself. This feeling of doubt since Danielle told me that Roger was here. He's not

In Dubai City, United Arab Emirates, I continued my successful business endeavors through which I molded my empire and siblings to the coming years of their lives. Beneath the success, I felt something was within my reach but cannot decipher what it was that in-store for me. The rigors of my undaunted dedication of growing made me continuously search for excitement and challenges in life. I never gave up hope even in the midst of my age; to help my children’s future. Looking at the glass wall of one of the famous buildings in Dubai where I viewed the city as the most modern metropolis in the world. “This is where I started with my dreams, really Dubai is the City of Dreams,” I thought. I fingered my modern-diamond-encrusted mobile phone, looked at it with excitement, and dial a number,“Okay, meet me at the Gold Souk in Deira, ten in the morning. I’m wearing blue jeans, a royal blue T-shirt, a black bull cap and a black men’s shoulder bag. Bye.” I returned the mobile phone to its cas

The route going to the Farm seemed a lifetime journey. The long road conspired with my thoughts to go on even though I knew from the start that this endeavor may or may not be of great help to me or Oliver. The excitement deep within me showed upon my movements inside the vehicle driven by Mr. Buckwell who gave us the brochure of Camp Peary.Camp Peary is an approximately 9,000-acre military reservation in York County near Williamsburg, Virginia. Officially referred to as Armed Forces Experimental Training Activity (AFETA) under the auspices of the Department of Defense, Camp Peary is widely believed to host the covert CIA training facility known as “The Farm,” a training facility for the Central Intelligence Agency, although this has never been formally acknowledged by the U.S. government. The portion of the original World War II Seabee base which is north of Interstate 64 has remained closed to the public since 1951. However, the roads and many structures of Magruder and Bigler’s Mi

The restaurants are also meeting places for North Korean intelligence officers and North Korean agents. Officials, businessmen, and overseas workers also frequent the restaurants to recruit targets for foreign intelligence services, including the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA), China's Ministry of State Security, and South Korea's National Intelligence Service, as well as other spy agencies.Around 7 in the evening, Oliver and I went to the Chinese Restaurant on top of Al Guhrair Center as scheduled. I told Oliver to go inside the restaurant alone, and I waited at the mezzanine floor where I purchased a cup of espresso coffee. Five minutes had passed, I received a call from Oliver telling me to come up, but I told him to change the meeting place that they should come down at the mezzanine floor."Okay Marco, I'll tell her. Wait for us at the coffee shop."I waited for almost 10 minutes when they appeared suddenly in front of me."Marc...hurry...come...quick...!" I stood up quickly,