A team of young men, together with Popoy, went to some part of Bulacan to meet Hector and Troy—BDC’s advisor and Ka Igme’s sons, the founder of BDC. The two advisor are running a computer shop and interested in Manga, Comics, Military, Politics and certified geeks. The team want some advice for the war.
Ka igme’s house is a simple duplex with a bunch of veggies around the yard. Popoy knocked on the door several times then Hector, a skinny man with rounded eyeglasses that resembles Harry Potter, opened the door. The family welcome the group warmly. Ka Igme is retired now, so his son will make the crucial advise to make, but Ka Igme always give his helping hands.
“So, what’s the problem,” Troy, the more energetic than Hector, asked then sipped some coffee.
“It is about our affairs against the RB’s. If you know what I mean,” Popoy said after he looked to his six soldiers at the back, standing.
Suddenly Ka Igme turn on the DVD and play some Bob Dylan album. “Just to make sure ,” he said. He turned on the DVD player to distract the noises on their conversation, an old trick. If someone is looking outside they would say that they are just drinking beer or gin.
“Troy, bili ka pa nga ng chichirya,” Ka Igme said. It was a simple way to divert the attention of the neighborhood. The discussion went on till midnight after that they would be asleep. Drinking in ones house till the sun rises is quite suspicious and to others, annoying.
Esteban once went to BDC’s turf then he found a group, obviously a member of the local faction, and he knocked them severely and single handedly. Despite the training, Esteban overcome them. Thanks to his miserable past. When he was a young boy he participated in an underground fighting club where he fights twice a week. The price is five hundred pesos per match either he loses or he wins. For those who pays for such an entertainment life is cheap and for those who fight easy money is all that matters. Now, he didn’t even feel the punches thrown again him. Being pugilist is all he knows.
The news spread quickly in the streets, Popoy hears it just after he arrived from Bulacan. Popoy wa infuriated because his younger brother was beaten till he turned into a pulp. Night time, the day after the beating, the two second in command of the rival gangs met at a bar in Quezon Avenue. The two went to a dark alley nearby to settle the dispute.
“Walang hiya ka!” Popoy shouted on top of his lungs. While Tebang Gago just smile then he threw away his revolver and balisong. The fight was just like a scene in a Rocky Balboa movie, no one wants to lose. The fist was flying and landed on human flesh with tremendous force. It took only five whole minutes till the both fighter was fully exhausted. Esteban walked away full of bruises and blood all over his body, he walked for about a block then lay dead. Popoy was lying on the murky ground of that alley, dead.
The two great general were dead fighting on the street to rule it.
