VIEWPOINT

Chapter Eighteen

     Luckily there are still jeepneys bound for San Pedro by this time. I never even think about this before leaving – that maybe I will have problems with transportation. I check my surroundings first before entering to make sure that no one has their eyes on me before I leave the area. Though I am not a hundred percent sure if they are really watching me or not. Well it doesn’t matter, as long as they don’t ride the jeep with me, I will be just fine.

     I prepare some routes that will surely lose any pursuers, assuming that there are really pursuers. I will just use this route in order to lose them and I will be on my way to the LPM hideout.

     Nights like this one still produce many passengers. The jeep is almost full but the driver is still yelling for more. We are already like fish in a barrel by this state and still what he values is money. Well, that is for him to decide, this is his jeep and he is responsible on how he manage his passengers.

     I am next to the exit at the back part of the jeep. This is my desired place in order for me to hide my weapon, because I have two, in my right waist. It will be bad if I sit in the middle part because they might feel this hard and cold piece of metal arsenal.

     I look outside. The street lights are not enough to light the whole street. It’s like the local government made a little effort in designing these street lights in order to save money for them to take it for themselves. This is why I hate the government. They only think of themselves rather than the people who voted them to position.

     I have many questions to ask, all reserved for Mr. Robert Loiselle to answer. There are so many things I need to know. It may even involve me, my past and even the relation of the PSS and LPM. But the question above all is why is Ria in danger. If the LPM is not involved and Ria doesn’t know of its existence, why is she a target? A sole target of the PSS.

     A woman suddenly speaks. She is sitting in front of me, in the seat next ot the exit just opposite of my place. She looks young, a student perhaps, but her outfit does not tell she is one.

     “You think too much. Here, have one of these coffees.” She says, offering me a plastic cup.

     If I am in her position, for me this time is not the best time for kindness. Maybe I pretend too much that I only look worried rather than threatened.

     “Thank you.” I say.

     I open the cup, and the warm air comes to my face. Its warmth is something people will likely take in a cold night like this. I drink, but I found myself still gazing outside, to the starry sky. Am I prepared to hear the truth? No, I think I am prepared enough. I have waited these 4 years, without any idea of my past. There is no better time than now, to know what really happened.

     Upon reaching San Pedro City, I get off the jeep in order to follow the path that I plan. I first go into the establishment called HBC and I walk behind it. I go out, only to see that I only go in circle, the next stop is the narrow path in the other side of the road that has many jeepneys bound to San Jose and GMA, Cavite.

     At last, I go through all those obstacles, assuming that those who pursue me already lost me. Now is the time to go to the LPM hideout. I take the cap placed in one of my pockets; this cap is small enough to fit in my pocket if you are wondering. Then I place it in my head. This is a type of disguise by a sudden change of looks. The PSS taught this in order to lose pursuers, though I will not really do all of their teaching because they might expect something like that and it will not be favorable to my part.

    I pass into the plaza and the church, then I go into the alleyway, by this time I am already alone. There are no people hanging around here by this time. I look at my watch, it is already 10:03 PM. I remember this tiny doorway; I went out here from the basement of the LPM hideout. I lean closer to it and check any doorknobs, for me to press in order to get in. However, instead of finding a doorknob, I found a mirror, and this mirror shows someone behind me. I immediately pick my gun in my waist and point it to the one behind me. He also reacted but not fast enough. Now I have a breather, this one’s not a PSS member. He is too weak. The light strikes his face, I recall him. He is the one who talk to me in De La Salle University Dasmarinas weeks ago.