The Bad-tempered Series 5: THE INTRIGUING LOVE

♛❤ Chapter 1❤♛

Dear Readers:

Please do understand po the background of each character while reading the story. Their spoken language shall be based on their status/character/attitudes. But this story is really a Taglish one. Actually, lahat naman ng stories ko dito.. But if you may found it uncomfortable to read such of my stories and if it didn't suit your personal preferences--please REFRAIN from reading nalang po. I am writing coz this is my pure hobby. I want to share it for free. But if in case--hindi niyo gusto. I may suggest po na 'wag niyo nalang basahin. Maraming salamat.

-Author Mimi-

♛❤ Chapter 1❤♛

Ross:

Two heavily armed men around. I adjust my sniper gun into a better target lock. I gotta be a cautious—the other guy was pointing his gun straight to the hostages. Both women.

"Breathe, Axiel Ross.." I was settling up on this abandoned building. Taking full cover and camouflage—marami ding debris na nakakalat bakas ng isang madugong gyera.

Nasa tapat sila ng gusali at inukupa ang third floor—may isang bantay sa ibaba. Well, this one was made to hit soundlessly yet surely. I just gotta be careful and find a good timing.

It seemed the gun man was a receiving a call—this is it! I aimed my target on his head and smirked to say his a** goodbye—then I fired. Tumba kaagad ito at sinunod ko ang kasama nito. They both shared the same fate.

Isinukbit ko ang sniper rifle ko sa balikat saka kinuha ang baril ko. I hurriedly went downstairs—it was obvious that the two women's horrific scream awaken the front guard.

F**k. Nang makalabas na ako ay wala na nga ito sa labas. Kaagad kong ipinasok ang gusali at dahil medyo madilim—I had to adjust my eyes.

Paakyat na ako sa second floor nang sinalubong ako ng sunod-sunod na putok ng baril. "Sh*t!" Muntikan na ako dun!

I could felt the tingling pain on my face—but damn it. I couldn't fail this mission.

Hinintay ko ulit na dumukwang ang nagpaputok sa'kin and when I finally caught his head—I fired at him with multiple bullets saka ito walang buhay na dumaosdos pababa ng hagdanan.

Patakbo kong tinungo ang third floor and there they were.

"You're safe. C'mon." I assured the two British women—who came here in Afghanistan for documenting a war against the Taliban, Afghan rebels. I guided them hanggang sa makalabas na kami ng building—it was still a subtle ground knowing that reinforcement might came as elusive as these rebels.

The sound of the approaching gunship helicopter was a relief—glad they came right on time. They landed on the top of the hill.

Nang makalapag na ito ay siyang pagdating namin. Kaagad kaming sinalubong ng dal'wang military rescuers mula sa helicopter. Inalalayan nila ang dal'wang hostages saka sinalubong ako ng dal'wa.

"Good job, Cpt. Zharte!"

"Mission completed! Well done, buddy.."

Sabay tapik sa'kin at simpleng ngumiti ako sa dal'wa saka pumasok na rin sa loob ng helicopter. I barely knew the two but I have seen them around the base.

"Thank you so much.. We owe you a lot!" Panay pa rin ang pasalamat sa'kin ng dal'wang hostages—bakas sa mga mukha ng dal'wa ang mga pasa. Those bastards..

"Just doing my..job." I then replied to the two. Yeah, actually this was my last mission here in Afghanistan after two years of being deployed as an elite agent.

After this?

I'll go back to the Philippines.

Certainly not for a vacation.

But to rummage some f***ing outlaws and bring justice to innocents—especially to those who are in great dearth to have it.

Hanggang sa magtagpo kami ng mga taong walang awang pumatay sa mga magulang ko.

I was on hunt for my own justice and serve it myself.

I am Axeil Ross Baltazar Zharte.

Some says no man is an island—pero hindi ako naniniwala dun. I was deserted when both of my parents died. Oo may mga taong tumulong gaya ni tito Ram Baltazar na siyang initungang ko ng buhay na meron ako ngayon—pero I stood up alone. I did pick myself up from the ground. I had to, though there were many who wanted to do that instead—pero ayokong masanay..

I am heartless—cold—and boring to be with. Walang gustong maging kasama ako—I don't have social life. Well, kung parte ng trabaho—oo. Napipilitan..

Many men tried to barge in to my life but ended shifting back to their old route. I always told them to talk to my guns.

To love? That could be easily given!

But to trust?

This was something hard. Too difficult. I have set my system to be always vigilant to people. Kahit pa mismong kakilala ko—I had witnessed it in my field of work.

Even the closes were the real nemesis.

Dahil dun nalinlang ang mga magulang ko—they left me shattered into pieces.

I was too young and broken but I had to gathered all the pieces back. Sabi nga ni tito Ram..

How will you retaliate? Fix yourself—be strong and then come back. For them.

I did. Now I was on my way back to my home land—no doubt that I was stronger than before.

I am coming back for them.

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Hello!

My special thanks to my former student in Estela National High School, Liloan, Southern Leyte--- Hazel Tisha Ocba for her beautiful idea of my female character name. Salamat, inday!