As the storm rages on, dropping big bits of rain from the starless night sky which makes the road treacherously slippery, the turnover of their former commander commences as the man concealed in motorcycle gear is demanding for him from his captors. When the man with the gun points his lips towards the white Isuzu van behind him, although skeptical, the man in motorcycle gear walks towards the van to get a glimpse of the hostage himself. When he moves his face closer to the side window where the Supreme Father was sitting, their eyes meet and, in a way felt extremely nervous from within, as the old man looked straight unto him with a serene expression. He then opened his Athena's eye and sees neither difference nor a slight influx of his Pran
