36 - Began

FARHISTT turned to face the four men who had just entered his private office. When he saw one of them bleeding, the corner of his mouth twitched. He paused for a moment before lowering his pencil.

"What happened?" Even if he knows the answer.

"Just got into a fight around the corner," Magnar grinned, looking at Gallagher, who was trying to cover his bleeding brow.

"Why won't you two admit it?" he asked sternly.

Maccabi and Tiverius sat down on the long sofa, smiling. He was aware that they were arguing outside once more.

"They had a fight with a woman, Yx," Maccabi groaned.

He is entirely correct. Once again, the two friends are feuding over a woman. He wasn't surprised any longer. The two seemed to be doing the same thing all the time.

"If Magnar would stop bothering me, my woman would have said yes!" Gallagher grumbled to Magnar, who is now snoozing on the single couch.

"I'm doing it for the sake of saving your fucking ass. You were duped by that unsightly and money-hungry woman, but you persisted." Magnar said dramatically and looked hurt, "Dude, you should thank me."

Farhistt simply shook his head as he listened to the two's rocky words. He simply let them go and returned his focus to writing reports and sorting out new assignments received from other agencies.

When he opened the previous file in his email, he noticed that it was addressed to him specifically. As he read the contents of the file, his eyes began to narrow.

He looked at his four best agents who were now seated on the couch, who was now holding a cellphone. Which of the four will he assign this task to? Magnar will go in China tomorrow. Gallagher is currently undergoing a criminal investigation. Maccabi is protecting the spoiled brat daughter of one of the country's most powerful people. Tiverius, on the other hand, will fly to Russia to conduct phony transactions with illegal gun dealers.

He was taken aback when he realized the only options were himself and him alone. Some of his agent are currently in their projects, and some were new and needed comrades. He turned off his laptop and rearranged everything on his table before going outside to take a breath.

Dark X, a secret organization he founded after his family died in a tragic event, became his world, and he was the only one left. He only has a few members in this organization. Only people in Dark X know what its true purpose is…

He looked at the new six members, who were now rigorously training on the sand. He approached them and arranged his hands and feet one by one to perform various martial arts.

"Live as if you're going to die tomorrow," he said as he walked in front of them. "It's not easy being an undercover agent, your life here is a pit. And the worst part is, you dug your own grave."

They were deafeningly quiet, and no one moved, waiting to hear what he has to say. "Make this training a living hell so that the real fight isn't. When things are tough, remind yourself that no pain comes without a purpose and that, in the end, some of your greatest weaknesses turn into your greatest strengths. Understood?”

"Yes, Yx!"

After they responded to him, he turned away.

He proceeded straight to the enormous home on the right, where all the equipment was kept. The concept of the house is advanced technology.

His Cuhen's pal dialed his phone number. It compels him to act in order to get old Don. Hernandez. He was short of breath and couldn't believe that all of his loved ones had died, including his only sister Cuhen's fiancée.

He'd been working hard for the past few days, and the crime was clean. Cuhen was keen to find out who it was, despite the fact that he had no notion.

"I rely on you," he said over the phone.

On the other end of the line, he merely nodded and said goodbye, as if he could see him. He moved another step closer to the big house. He intends to keep Don. Hernandez in his mansion in Manila. He will not do anything improper as long as the old man can demonstrate his innocence.

"Yx!" Magnar comes up to him.

"I'm going to leave. Please give this to Gallagher." He presented him with a flash drive. "He hates me." He laughed and backed away from him.

He nodded and gave him a sidelong glance. He was simply shaken by the man's stubbornness. It's no surprise that its pal's head is always on fire. He moved another step closer to the big house. He will pack his things and ready to travel to Mindanao. He was aware that it would make interacting with Cuhen more difficult, but he also had work to do. He will just conduct quick work in the province.

He left early and was able to book as well. He just wrote an email to everyone notifying them that he has an assignment and will return next week. He only brought a few outfits because he expected to buy more once he arrived in Zamboanga.

When he reaches at the place, he would quietly analyze every movement of the individual and the entire environment before acting. Human trafficking is the case he will investigate, and he is fully aware that it is one of the most serious illegal operations in the world. Human traffickers, according to certain sources, are hiding and picking up victims in the Zamboanga region in order to convey them to Malaysia, where they are sold in various places and forced into prostitution or slavery.



HE had only recently arrived at his destination. He checked into a hotel, set up his equipment, and turned on his laptop. He took a close look at where he was going and how far he had to travel. It takes about ten hours to get to such a province. He shrugged it off as a challenge. He appears to need to adopt another persona so that he is not suspected.

When he arrived at the terminal of the said province of Zamboanga, Maccabi gave him someone who could assist him. He was going to the exact address of Bayog.

At the terminal, an elderly man approached him and introduced himself as a friend of Maccabi's father. This will serve as his guide through the village.

"How many days or weeks are you planning to stay in that village, Sir?"

"It depends, but the maximum is two weeks," he told Domenggo.

It quickly nodded. "I'm not sure what you're going to do in there, Sir; just be careful."

He nodded and considered what they had been through. They took a bus to get to the barrio Bayog.

"Maccabi has already told me, Sir, that I will take care of you where we are going. I have a brother who lives in the area of the place we are going to. Their home is open for you to stay and pretend to be a nephew from Manila. Because people's eyes are warm on the new people.”

He cracked a grin secretly. This is what he likes about Maccabi: it is always ready.

"I appreciate it."

He will pay the family in full. Because It is difficult to hide someone like him because their lives can be ruined if his opponents find out. But he works meticulously and has never made a mistake.

As Mang Domenggo stated, he pretended to be the nephew of its brother, whom he will now refer to as Mang Bartolome. The old man gladly accepted him as a true relative. The man is also elderly and walks on barefoot. He is no longer married and has daughters, but they has moved away and started own life with their family.

The house was small, but it was adequate for Farhistt. He is not picky; he is simply organized, but when it comes to such matters, he does not choose a place to sleep or eat. He slept on the second floor of the house, while the old man slept downstairs in his room.

"My neice will be here soon—" Mang Bartolome looked at him, waiting for him to say his name. The old man must have forgotten his name because Mang Domenggo had just said before leaving that Mang Bartolome is forgetful.

He can't say his real names because of the nature of his work, so he go by, "Frahisto."

The elderly man laughed and scratched his head vigorously. "Oh yes, it's Frahisto! I'm getting old and forgetful."

While sitting in the bamboo-wooden chair, he simply nodded at what it said. He secretly examined the entire household and discovered that the old man was lacking in equipment. It is only equipped with a radio and a small compartment. There is also no equipment except for a small electric fan and three lights that connect the living room, the upstairs bedroom, and the kitchen.

Because there were many trees and plants around the house, it was cold inside that night. Because of the long journey, he was a little drowsy.

"Oh, my neice," the old man expressed concern. "Oh that girl! Its already evening. Maybe She had a great time washing in the stream with her new friends."

"Mang Bartolome, where is this stream, and I'll pick her up," he couldn't help but offer assistance. He notices Mang Bartolome excessive concern and becomes agitated in his seat.

"Don't worry, son; she knows the ins and outs of this village, and maybe—"

"Father, I've arrived!"

Farhistt cast a glance at the newcomer through the doorway. He frowned when he realized she wasn't a child, but rather a woman in her early twenties. After lowering the tub on her head, the woman approached the elderly man right away and kissed the old man's hand.

"I'm sorry, Father; Tina is to blame. We didn't realize we were late. Have you eaten anything? I'm going to make dinner—" When she looked in his direction, the woman was taken aback.

Farhistt noticed that the woman was wearing a wet white dress so it was inevitable that her body shape would not appear. He averted his eyes first.

"W-we have a visitor, Father?"

"He is Frahisto, Odessa—"

"My suitor?"

The old man laughed at her straightforward question. “No. He was with your Uncle Domenggo earlier. He will only be here for a few weeks and then he will return to Manila.”

The woman just nodded and didn't speak anymore. He noticed that the woman go to the kitchen and then he told the old man that he would rest for a while. Bartolome agreed and the woman immediately followed him and bring a mat, pillow and blanket.

"Enjoy your stay." it quickly said goodbye and hurried out.

He just shrugged his shoulders at the girl's posture. He laid the mat on the hardwood floor. He followed the soft pillow then lay down. He stared at the roof and thought. He did not realize at the time that he was in that position, until he decided to go to sleep. He seemed to close his eyes when from the door there was a soft knock.

“Yes? Come in.” He sat down and waited for the door to open. A few seconds passed before the door opened and he saw the woman shyly looking into his eyes. "What do you want?"

"A-ah ... Eh ..."

He sneezed for a moment and looked at it, "Do you need anything?"

"Father said, I'll call you and maybe you're hungry."