A sturdy guy, in his late twenties with a sharp and calculating look, arrived annoyed at the Dipolog City Airport with three others. It was close to dusk, and his chocolate eyes turned darker as he squeezed through a sea of people. It wasn’t because he was jet lagged and that he had to be there immediately even after an enthusiasm-draining assignment or that day being supposedly a day-off; this was mainly because of the reeking entitlement from the demanding wording of Ohm Consunji.
“So, you’re the elite army that Suspensus sent me?” he mockingly said as he sat up on his hospital bed. His uniformed henchmen were by his side.
“You look like a bunch of pussies.”
It was the utter hate-at-first-sight between them and their condescending client. His hands were itching to pull out a gun and
