RHYS
by Kat Madrid
EXCERPT:
Failure was not an option tonight. It had taken Delta lead op David Rhys Stone a.k.a. Kristov Dmitriev two fucking years to track the sonofabitch.
Usually it didn’t take him this long to pin a tango down. Ngunit sindulas ng isang palos ang lalaking tinatarget niya. His mark knew how to hide his tracks well pero sa halip na mawalan ng pag-asa ay di siya tumigil hangga’t hindi niya ito natutunton. He was in his element at these types of operations. He was like a bloodhound on a hunt – relentless and cunning.
by Kat Madrid
EXCERPT:
Failure was not an option tonight. It had taken Delta lead op David Rhys Stone a.k.a. Kristov Dmitriev two fucking years to track the sonofabitch.
Usually it didn’t take him this long to pin a tango down. Ngunit sindulas ng isang palos ang lalaking tinatarget niya. His mark knew how to hide his tracks well pero sa halip na mawalan ng pag-asa ay di siya tumigil hangga’t hindi niya ito natutunton. He was in his element at these types of operations. He was like a bloodhound on a hunt – relentless and cunning.
At nagbunga na ang kanyang matagal na paghahanap. He was in the same ground with the very man he wanted to kill for the last three years. Sa wakas…sweet revenge was finally within his grasp. And if he had pulled punches in his previous assignments, he will not pull any now. Wala siyang nadaramang ni katiting na awa para sa taong ito. The man he intended to destroy had killed that humane part of him.
Inilibot niya ang tingin sa inihandang pagtitipon ng kanyang target. From the outset, mukhang isang tipikal na engrandeng party ang nangyayari nang gabing iyon sa loob ng isang magarang mansiyon in this southern part of Metro Manila.
Di nagtipid ang host—everything was the finest tainted money can buy. Kilalang celebrity chef sa Maynila ang naghanda ng pagkain. Umaapaw ang mamahaling Moet at Dom Perignon champagne.
There were about one hundred-fifty people who attended tonight’s shindig. Sa biglang tingin, tila mga respetadong tao ang dumalo at nagsasaya dahil pawang magagara ang suot ng mga ito.
But appearances can be deceiving.
It was not a society party at all.
Instead, it was a get-together of the world’s most notorious men.
The who’s who of organized crime were practically present or rightly represented in the guest list at the command of Ferhan Lucellino—considered to be the most powerful and the most elusive mobster in the world. No wonder everyone who wished to do business with the legendary kingpin was present. Rhys even saw a reigning Colombian drug lord eyeing one of the high-priced call girls contracted as “hostesses” for tonight.
If he was a sociopath like the person he was targeting, iba ang magiging kahinatnan ng crime jamboree na ito. This place would have been a total wreck by now. Demolition work, along with a list of other skills, was his specialty. It just took a small amount of C-4 and a well-timed detonating device to wipe the earth of this kind of filth.
Scums like his target and his well-armed associates all possessed the same genetic makeup and were better off dead under six feet of rubble. But he was first and foremost, a soldier. Marunong siyang sumunod sa chain of command. And his orders were clear-cut, specific. Everything must be executed according to plan. The bastard’s lucky this time but he won’t be for long, he thought menacingly. All he needed to do tonight was to push a button once he confirmed the exact whereabouts of the tango. The drone somewhere in the sky would take care of the firepower.
As he moved freely around, no one suspected him of anything. His cover was airtight. The organizers of this party thought of him as a big-time arms dealer who had peddled his wares to organized crime and insurgents. He knew he was already checked countless of times by the people around his target. Each time they did, they failed to find anything suspicious in his “past”. Now he was simply above suspicion.
He got high “recommendation” from the Russian mob, which he “serviced” first when he began this assignment a few years ago. Slowly, Ferhan’s lapdogs began to ease their security whenever he transacted “business” with them. And tonight was the culmination of his and his team’s careful planning. His invitation to this party signified one thing – he was now being accepted in the “inner sanctum” of his very elusive enemy.
Gusto niyang tumawa nang malakas. Hell yeah, if he was a blood-thirsty-immature soldier, he would be ecstatic to pull the trigger that will blow his target’s brains out like smashed jello. Yes, his insides were screaming for justice: justice for the blood of the people who perished because of Ferhan and his crime organization. But he was not a "berserker". Delta weeded out soldiers with itchy trigger fingers at the start of the selection.
He killed calculatingly and discriminately. Delta trained them that way.
Inilibot niya ang tingin sa inihandang pagtitipon ng kanyang target. From the outset, mukhang isang tipikal na engrandeng party ang nangyayari nang gabing iyon sa loob ng isang magarang mansiyon in this southern part of Metro Manila.
Di nagtipid ang host—everything was the finest tainted money can buy. Kilalang celebrity chef sa Maynila ang naghanda ng pagkain. Umaapaw ang mamahaling Moet at Dom Perignon champagne.
There were about one hundred-fifty people who attended tonight’s shindig. Sa biglang tingin, tila mga respetadong tao ang dumalo at nagsasaya dahil pawang magagara ang suot ng mga ito.
But appearances can be deceiving.
It was not a society party at all.
Instead, it was a get-together of the world’s most notorious men.
The who’s who of organized crime were practically present or rightly represented in the guest list at the command of Ferhan Lucellino—considered to be the most powerful and the most elusive mobster in the world. No wonder everyone who wished to do business with the legendary kingpin was present. Rhys even saw a reigning Colombian drug lord eyeing one of the high-priced call girls contracted as “hostesses” for tonight.
If he was a sociopath like the person he was targeting, iba ang magiging kahinatnan ng crime jamboree na ito. This place would have been a total wreck by now. Demolition work, along with a list of other skills, was his specialty. It just took a small amount of C-4 and a well-timed detonating device to wipe the earth of this kind of filth.
Scums like his target and his well-armed associates all possessed the same genetic makeup and were better off dead under six feet of rubble. But he was first and foremost, a soldier. Marunong siyang sumunod sa chain of command. And his orders were clear-cut, specific. Everything must be executed according to plan. The bastard’s lucky this time but he won’t be for long, he thought menacingly. All he needed to do tonight was to push a button once he confirmed the exact whereabouts of the tango. The drone somewhere in the sky would take care of the firepower.
As he moved freely around, no one suspected him of anything. His cover was airtight. The organizers of this party thought of him as a big-time arms dealer who had peddled his wares to organized crime and insurgents. He knew he was already checked countless of times by the people around his target. Each time they did, they failed to find anything suspicious in his “past”. Now he was simply above suspicion.
He got high “recommendation” from the Russian mob, which he “serviced” first when he began this assignment a few years ago. Slowly, Ferhan’s lapdogs began to ease their security whenever he transacted “business” with them. And tonight was the culmination of his and his team’s careful planning. His invitation to this party signified one thing – he was now being accepted in the “inner sanctum” of his very elusive enemy.
Gusto niyang tumawa nang malakas. Hell yeah, if he was a blood-thirsty-immature soldier, he would be ecstatic to pull the trigger that will blow his target’s brains out like smashed jello. Yes, his insides were screaming for justice: justice for the blood of the people who perished because of Ferhan and his crime organization. But he was not a "berserker". Delta weeded out soldiers with itchy trigger fingers at the start of the selection.
He killed calculatingly and discriminately. Delta trained them that way.