Angel Of The Lord Novel Part Thirty-Three (33) By Jose R. Leveriza II

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Angel Of The Lord Novel Part Thirty-Three (33) By Jose R. Leveriza II





Both sides played it easy to minimize injuries to their top players during the exhibition match. The two teams had already qualified for the final four. Winning tonight’s game didn’t even count to earn a much sought after bye position that bestowed a win once advantage to automatically advance to the championship round. The second stringers got to show their wares during the longer exposure on the court. Still the prestige factor kept the diehards on the edge of their seats. The lackluster play did not dampen the thirst for blood.

Indiana Jays brand of play was cut out for such listless action. He can ease up on the breakneck ferocity as per the coach’s bidding but a plodding and laid back game was fertile ground for Jason’s stealthy forays. He was a hard court scientist who loved to anticipate moves and read the minds of the opposing team as well as those of his own teammates. He stole the ball three times and caused two other turnovers. Indiana Jays was all over the court running rings around the hapless back up crew. His pace was lackadaisical but he managed to upend the ten-point lead of the Eagles single handedly to put the Archers in front by a free throw.

The Eagles coach thought it was time to teach Indiana Jays a lesson or maybe to ground him with a handicap that would ideally carryover to the all important game. He tapped his burly enforcer to guard Jason and wait for the opportunity to rough him up in a not too blatant or obvious way. Jason snagged an offensive rebound and leaped back into the air to roll the ball in. The well-built strong-arm artist plowed with head and elbow into Indiana Jays back and sent him sprawling against the padding at the base of the goal post. The La Salle gallery was enraged by the flagrant foul and pelted the court with heavy high value coinage. The benches got emptied as the teams stormed to the middle of the court to duke it out. It took Jason to douse flaring tempers when he got up with two arms in the air and danced an NFL touchdown jig while laughing like a lunatic.

He kissed the culprit on the cheek with a loud smack and told him he tackled like a woman. The chastened player bristled with anger and struggled to free himself from Jason’s vise like embrace to try to hit him again. Jason pressed secretly over the man’s kidney with an acupuncture grip he learned in Macau that made the bucking bronco become pliant all of sudden with a benumbing pain, which rendered him instantly immobile and unable to utter a sound. With affected joviality, Jason passed the limp form to his Eagle teammates who were surprised by the burden of his still weight as he sagged like a sack into their arms. They retreated to their bench dragging their stricken muscle man while in the middle of the confusion the referees dogged their trail with exaggerated signals that the erring player was being thrown out of the game.

Jason Burke never dished out violence out of hatred for the enemy. He always thought of the use of deadly force as part of the job and never a personal thing. His ideology lighted passion but he never lost track that the performance of duty whether to kill or maim in order to incapacitate a target stemmed from a higher calling to protect, advance, and ensure the national interests of the United States of America. Cruelty, revenge, or personal animosity never colored his keen sense of balance and objectivity. The naiveté which trespassed into his professional detachment when it came to violence directed against his fellow men was that the enemy was nothing else but a friend with an opposing agenda.

















The La Salle coach decided to bench Indiana Jays for the remainder of the contest as a peace offering to the Ateneo side which brought the ire of the La Salle faithful on him. His seat became hotter when the Archers lost by five points at the sound of the final buzzer. The coach remained steadfast with his view that it was better to preserve the front liners for the championship instead of running the risk of injuries in a no stakes meeting. Nevertheless catcalls to oust him floated down from the stands and were only stilled when the team assembled before the audience for the ritualistic singing of the school anthem at the end of every outing.

Trooping down to the dug-out behind his co-players, Jason glimpsed Mike Arcanghel with his girlfriend Lassel waving to him from the box section. He craned his neck to search for Marita Dalit and finally saw her seated one row behind them. They all got in with free tickets courtesy of Jason’s guests allocation. Marita Dalit looked so lovely as she waved to him with a sweet smile which mixed up the butterflies inside Jason with the fluttering of infatuation and caution.







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