Chapter 33: Forever is Longer

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"Kakaiba namang call center yan, " I tried to joke and Rin barked a laugh.

"Yeah, we have unique accounts there," she caught on to my joke and I couldn't help but smile. For some reason I felt better knowing that my Kuya sent these people to watch over me.

Love mo talaga ako Kuya Ali.

"Here," Yelle handed over a small pistol to me, "aim and pull the trigger. Magaling ang aim mo,  did you take lessons?"

"Si Kuya Alphonse was a senior member of the Rifle-Pistol Team back in college. Lagi silang naglalaro ng mga kuya ko ng airsoft at sinasama nila ako kahit hindi ako sinasali kasi yung environmental allergies ko daw. Pag lasertag lang daw ako."

"Good," she smiled at me and I was taken aback by her beauty. Wow, ang gandang agent naman niya

"Okay, get ready," she motioned with her fingers and we huddled together. She unpinned three smoke bombs and threw it outside. The humidity from the rain caused the smoke to hang low instead of dissipate into the open air providing us with a thick smoggy screen. We heard loud cursing from the agents stationed at the garage at dali-dali kaming lumabas. 'Ramdam ko ang mahigpit na pagkapit ni Sab sa aking kamay habang halos magkandarapa kami para maabot ang garahe. Agad na tinungo namin si Shiro at parang anytime ay tatalon ang puso ko sa bawat putok ng baril na galing kay Rin at Yelle.

"Anak ng tortang tipaklong!" I heard Rin curse as her gun ran out of ammo. Mabuti na lamang at naubusan na rin ng bala ang nakasagupa niyang agent and she used the butt of the gun to render him senseless. He fell on a dead heap at her feet. Two men broke out into a dead run towards us and Yelle casually caught the wrist of one and kicked his legs from under him while firing her last shot on the other. Napasigaw si Sab ng bumagsak sa kanya ang nangingisay pang counter agent and Kiko pulled her arm to get her moving again.

"Sab bilisan mo," Kiko grimaced. Putlang-putla na siya at marami na ring dugo ang nawala sa kanya. Una ko silang pinapasok sa sasakyan. Bigla akong napasigaw nang hinablot ako sa buhok at nawala ang aking balanse. Siyang pag-slide ni Yelle galing sa passenger side diretso sa driver's at tinadyakan ang alulod ng aming kalaban. Bahagya niyang napakawalan ang aking buhok and I turned and fired my pistol at him. Dumaplis sa kanyang braso ang bala at nagkaroon ako ng pagkakataon na makapasok sa kotse.

Bago ko tuluyang maisara ang pinto ay iniharang niya ang kanyang mga kamay kaya isinalya ko ang pinto pabukas saka isinarado nang malakas. Napamura siya nang naipit ang kanyang mga daliri sa pinto. I didn't know where I got my strength pero mabilis kong nai-start ang kotse at nag-reverse sa garahe. Dalawang counter-agent ang nakaharang sa gate at tinapakan kong lalo ang accelerator. Seishirou's engine roared to life and the car surged forward to barrel down the two remaining enemies. I pushed the overdrive button and the car reached I40kph in a couple of seconds. They tried firing at us but it was useless dahil kinailangan nilang tumalon out of the way.

I wasted no time. Agad kong tinumbok ang highway dahil alam kong nasa peligro si Kiko. I could hear the distant sound of sirens. Kahit kailan talaga ang tagal dumating ng mga pulis. My eyes widened when I saw two black SUVs in hot pursuit.

"Fuck, pinaghandaan talaga tayo nila XH32!" Yelle cursed loudly while furiously typing on her palm computer. "Icen, we have extracted A7 but two units are in hot pursuit. Immediate back-up is needed, over."

"Anak ng..." Rin opened the car's window and flinched back when somebody shot at her. "Ako ba hinahamon nila? The eff--"

"Basta concentrate on getting us sa hospital. I think our best bet is East Avenue or Heart Center. Masyadong maliit yung ibang hospitals dito sa paligid." I nodded at her and caught Sab's eyes sa rearview mirror. She looked terribly shaken habang nakayakap siya kay Kiko na nakapikit na sa sakit.

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