Luneta Park
1600 hours (4:00 P.M)
Joseph's eyes sparkled with anticipation, a confident smile spreading across his face. "Who's in the car? Well, I know many of you are expecting him to be here. Many of you came today because of him." He paused dramatically, letting the suspense build as the crowd leaned forward, their collective breath held in anticipation.
Joseph: "Now, I present to you... MASKMAN!"
With a flourish, he gestured toward the fifth car, and the crowd erupted into a cacophony of gasps and cheers. Cameras clicked furiously, capturing the electric atmosphere as the tension reached a fever pitch. People craned their necks, eager to catch a glimpse of the enigmatic figure who had become a symbol of hope and change for so many.
Before the car door even moved, six men dressed in dark tactical gear and armed with FN P90 submachine guns stepped out of the second limousine in perfect formation. The crowd gasped in shock at the sight of the heavily armed men, their movements precise and intimidating. Each of them wore black shades and earpieces, their demeanor deadly serious. The six figures flanked the car, creating an impenetrable barrier as they stood watch.
Marcus, the leader with an intense stare; Darius, the quick-witted strategist; Theo, the expert marksman; Andre, the silent giant; Felix, the communications expert; and Ray, the close-combat specialist—moved with precision. Marcus, with a subtle nod, motioned to Felix, who stepped forward and opened the door of the fifth car with deliberate slowness, the tension mounting with every second.
And then, he emerged.
MaskMan stepped out with a graceful, almost otherworldly air. The sunlight glinted off the smooth surface of his White mask with a gold cross in it adding an aura of mystery that seemed to draw the crowd in even more. He was clad in a sleek black suit, tailored perfectly to his frame, exuding both power and enigma. As soon as his foot touched the ground, the crowd fell into a palpable hush, the air thick with excitement and curiosity.
The six men closed in, forming a tight circle around him as they escorted him toward the grand stage. With each step they took, the crowd's anticipation mounted. The cameras zoomed in, capturing every inch of the masked figure who had captivated the nation's imagination for years.
MaskMan reached the podium, his six armed guards taking their positions around him, their eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of threat. Joseph, standing beside him, stepped back with a proud smile, relinquishing the stage to the man of the moment. The spotlight illuminated MaskMan, casting a long shadow behind him, as he looked out over the sea of people who had gathered to witness this defining moment.
He paused, allowing the silence to settle over the crowd, before finally speaking, his voice low but powerful, resonating with purpose.
MaskMan: "Ladies and gentlemen,"
Muntinlupa
New Bilibid prison.
1600 hours (4:00 P.M.)
As MaskMan began his speech, it was the signal Dennis, Theodoro, and Mr. H had been waiting for. This was the moment—the start of their mission to break Number 3 out of prison.
Inside his dimly lit hacking room, Mr. H was a whirlwind of fingers on keyboards, surrounded by multiple screens displaying security camera feeds and complex code.
Mr. H: "Alright, I'm in. Cameras are looped, and doors are ready. You've got exactly one hour before that door seals itself again. After that? You're stuck," Mr. H's calm, clinical voice crackled through their earpieces.
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A Man Beneath The Mask
FantasyIn the country called the Philippines, the evil sin of greed had taken over. To counter this evil, one man was given a second chance at life and entrusted with the mission to overcome greed. Calling himself MaskMan, he dedicated himself to lifting t...
