The wind blows as softly as the seashore ravishing waves delved into the sand dunes. The spirit of placidness belongs to the trees surrounding the bench, where Benjamin Gustilo was waiting for Marco Junior. At the far end of the park, the black Mercedes Benz was silently parked with nothing to see of the car’s exterior. Not to be seen the interior by people who have nothing to do with it. Ben Gustilo still sitting at the bench looking straight to the water fountain that exudes its colors and rhythm for ten minutes. He glanced sideway to the left and saw the handsome man approaching him, “Hello Papa Ben, I am late.” He bear-hugged Papa Ben and kissed his hand. “Waiting for me…long time Papa Ben?”“Naaahh, how are you?” Papa Ben smiled the usual way for his grandson. “How’s your vacation or something you fixed in the Philippines?”“I am fine Papa, and I think, I know exactly what I want in life.”“Great son, even if it’s fine for you, is there any problem or problems I could possibly

Marco Fernando Senior POV(Shanghai, China)“Sir Fernando, that building where your son resides, at the 11th floor, apartment No. 233 and I gave the message to him about the possible meet up at the park,” Oliver said while driving near the building.“Yes Oliver good, we’ll watch over here near the park. Kindly find a parking slot for us.”“Yes Sir Fernando.”My instinct told me to continue with the plan of meeting my son, but, my heart keeps on beating continuously. I haven’t seen him since for a long time, and I haven’t seen my children with Ayah Isabel. This meeting was just my plan for another level of my life, in which, Marco Fernando Junior has the inkling to disregard this invitation, if he wanted, but, luckily he accepted and willing to meet me. I saw him walking past the building entrance going to the park bench. He seated confidently while watching the passersby in front of the fountain. He was tall, with good physical build and wearing a bull cap and leather jacket.“Oliver

The car stopped at a complete halt near the parking lot and Marco Senior open the door and examine the surroundings. Oliver Luna and Janet Liang hastily open the car door and walk towards the building and enter. The elevator moved its way to the 7th floor where Benjamin Gustilo resides. They used their skills and knowledge to penetrate the apartment and gather information as much as possible. They used modern listening devices to know what transpired between Marco Junior and his grandfather.Janet Liang is the one in charge of recording the conversation and Oliver Luna is for searching documents that they needed to fasten the secret of Project Crabnomers.While the conversation between Marco Junior and Ben Gustilo was still in progress, Oliver Luna got hold of the leather bag full of papers inside. He hurriedly got hold and approach Janet Liang to wrap up the recording. They hurriedly left the apartment and go straight to the car where Marco Senior is waiting for them.“How’s the opera

"There was an accident." "Is everything okay?" Jiyo shook his head. "They're dead," he said softly. "All of them? Certainly not all of them?" Jiyo nodded, taking the coffee from the Strict Man's hand before he threw it away. “As far as I can tell. Given the circumstances, it's pretty hard to be sure. " “Jesus. What happened?" “As usual, the boatman arrived at five o'clock, to pick up the crew and take them ashore. When he came here, no one was waiting. Anyway, he hung out for ten minutes or so, then called the security from the intercom down to the pier." Jiyo paused, frowning in concern."Would you like to sit down, Mr. Gustilo? " Benjamin nodded in annoyance. "Just keep it up." "So, after no response on the intercom, I was stuck here to look around." Jiyo waited for his boss to finish his coffee again before continuing, hoping that the man would sit down before he fell down. "And?" “Right. So I didn’t see anyone at the table and couldn’t get an answer to his buzzing. It wa

After booking at a local hotel, Jiyo Kael spent the rest of the night calling several contacts he knew in mainland Cagayan, and Manila, arranging for a small group of builders to be sent to island soon in the next few days. Jiyo Kael finally fell asleep around two in the morning, tired but satisfied that he had made a good start. He found sleep deprivation and woke up in the morning with dark eyes and thick headaches. Looking at the miniatures lined up in the bedside cabinet, he saw why that was. He had not drunk for several years and the alcohol had gone straight to his head. Brushing his teeth, he decided that now was not a good time to go back to old habits. After a hot shower and breakfast, he spent the rest of the day renting a suitable room near the port of Cagayan, that he could use as an office, buying some office furniture from a local store second hand, and met his builders outside the province. For the next six weeks, Jiyo Kael was barely on the island, only returning to