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Angel Of The Lord Novel Part Thirty (30) By Jose Roxas Leveriza
The jet propulsion Super Cobra of the U.S. Marine Corps bearing Jason Burke breached the top of the tallest structure lining the boulevard by the bay with plenty to spare then dropped like a stone to crest above the trees inside the U.S. embassy compound toward the open sea. It catapulted to the wide expanse of the sea then veered in a crunching 180 degree turn which flung it sideways in the air with the straining of the G forces. The daredevil stunt drew a grudging smile from Jason Burke as he got pinned to the seat but the ambassadress who was watching the acrobatic event from her bullet proof office window was not amused. A sonic backlash whipped through the complex which was a showcase of American presence and with thundering shakes converted the meaning of Visiting Forces to bullying powers.
The commander of the Marine detachment tasked to secure the premises was on hand to officially welcome Jason Burke as he jumped out to the manicured green lawn. The indentation on the landscape marked the exact same spot where the lumbering gunship always landed with a precision to leave the rest of the garden unscathed. Jason Burke saluted the senior officer and walked behind him smartly as the Captain led the way to the annex building which housed the executive offices. Jason Burke strove to look neat and affable despite the crusty bullet holes slightly above his chest and his dirt streaked shirt which waged translucent with sweat to reveal the outline of his bullet proof vest underneath.
“Guess the local press will have a field day with accounts about their favorite basketball import hanging under a military helicopter above the busy overhead train, Reverend.” The Marine aide of the lady ambassador made the astute observation as he stayed his open palm near the scanner that probed prints and blood type to crosscheck with identity files subject to security levels of access. It took a mere four seconds for the vault like entrance door to buzz open with the super efficient crunching of the microchips in the computer that backstopped the electronic screener. “They paid more attention to Bader’s daring jump over the bus and the jeep. They thought of me as a loser who didn’t deserve a second look because I failed to follow suit.” Both of them snickered form Jason Burke’s self deprecating humor.
“Jason, you’re a mess but I’m glad you are unhurt.” The female career diplomat gestured for him to take a seat as she walked from the one way panoramic bay window to her ornate deep mahogany desk. After comparing notes about the trivial aspects of the recent escapade at the hospital and the sketches of the identities of characters involved, the attractive head of the American diplomatic delegation in Manila wasted no time to delve directly to the crux of the United States initiative in the region which she was tasked to promote with Jason Burke as the lead enforcer in the covert arena. “The Secretary of State has sent a confidential memo citing the belief of Langley that the Japanese are secretly supporting Bader and have given him a safe house somewhere.” Jason Burke remained quiet as he pondered the brewing complications of such a development in his domestic haunts.
“Come let’s brainstorm in the spa. You need a good cleaning up. Maybe we can figure out a good strategy to unmask the Japanese objective in this unsavory and daunting Machiavellian exercise.” The good looking female ambassador displayed her well proportioned shape as she got up from behind the table and led the way to the private spa with in-house masseur in the adjacent wing of the edifice. “Beep Richard in his lair that connects to that space station with an eye in the sky to take a time out and not pan us while we try to get some work done while getting a rub down.” She teased.
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