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Episode 7

A smartphone…

Rings, and the caller ID says Dinah.

Datu Paul: Hello, Dinah?

Dinah: Joseph wants you to approve a break in?

Datu Paul: A What? Whose house?

Dinah: Its Jenny’s sir

Datu Paul: Jenny who?

Dinah: Jenny Lynn Villamar

Datu Paul: Oh, that girl, wait does she not have a case?

Dinah: Yes sir, but she has not shown herself here at the office for quite sometime now.

Datu Paul: How long?

Dinah: Maybe three days or a week. I sure have not seen her in a week.

Datu Paul: I’ll be there in ten minutes, so hold everyone until I get there.

Elsewhere in Forge island…

Benedict Abella, BA to his friends, not just because it is his initials but he looked like a mini version and a brown version of a large black professional wrestler, nicknamed Black Arama.

He received a package, a small plastic envelope.

He opens it and finds another envelope.

He opens the white envelope and finds a letter of instructions and a key at the bottom glued to it.

The instructions:

At the bottom is a key to a business box, it is not a post office box key. The Business Box is at the Mall of Acacia, at the Business Box Center. The lease of the box is only five days. Please take note of the date today and the start of its lease as indicated at the receipt attached herewith. When it is due the center usually throws everything out.

Good luck.

BA: What a ridiculous thing to do? Secure for him not for me.

**A computer enthusiast **

Somewhere on the island someone types a command on his computer terminal.

obdo inetstat -pn 203.161.188.28 | grep LISTEN

It begins to list port numbers that are open.

Camp**Maxim**

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Congratulations gentlemen on your promotion.

John congratulates two of his finest become Commissioned Officers in the General Directorate.

Lt. Herasta: Thank you sir, and congratulations on your promotion.

Lt. Berdin: I hope you could also thank the General, and congratulations on getting command of this post sir.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Well, to be honest I could never do this without you guys. They are assigning more personnel on our unit, we have ladies on OJT, I don’t think we can handle gay talk and tomboy talk. Can they?

Lt. Berdin: Officer Ruiz sir, was undercover, when she was working for the scouts. No arrest but her ability to blend in should suffice for now.

Lt. Herasta: We have Officer Silva, she is good with chatting people. She knows how to squeeze it out without really squeezing them out. The third one however is different; she is more keen on the graphics, Officer Martires.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: What do you mean about graphics?

Lt. Herasta: Well she can spot out the difference between two photos. It is like she seems to have a photographic memory. In any case all three are under standard training now, we will see how we do in the next few weeks.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Well looks like we have another, his name is Officer Herbert Ramirez. He’s the Director General’s son and on the feminine side, if you get my drift.

Lt. Berding: General’s not too happy with his son being gay? So he’s forcing him to join the Directorate?

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Well not really, I mean the General has nothing to do with him joining the Directorate. He did this out of curiosity. And…

They are interrupted with a ringing phone.

Lt. Herasta: Sorry sir, I’ll take this call later just hold on.

Herasta, messages the caller.

Lt. Herasta: Sorry sir, that was the wife, she said in honor of my promotion dinner will be on me and the family are bringing in food and beverages in about an hour from now.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Oh, looks like I’ll text my wife I’m not coming for dinner. Anyway, as we were interrupted, his boyfriend joined the Directorate. And the guy is dead. So no one really likes a gay guy who seems aimless. The Director General wants to keep him out of his sight, so he is moving him here. He’ll be the only guy who may not speak our language here. So try to speak English from here on.

Lt. Berdin: I was an aimless cop, and the crimes here are a lot worse than outside the web when you dig in. We’ll make a man out of him here sir.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Good! Cause he should be here anytime today.

Two knocks on his door, and it opens.

Officer Nuñez: Officer Ramirez sir, has arrived.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Ah, great let him in.

Officer Ramirez comes inside, makes a snappy entrance a snap to heels and salutes.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: Grab a chair lad. So does anyone want to read his files right now?

Lt. Berdin: Let me have a look at them sir.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz hands him Ramirez’s profile.

Lt. Berdin gives a quick glance and shares it with Herasta.

Lt. Berdin: Sir, it says here he went to beauty school. He knows hair and makeup and manicures and even pedicures.

Lt. Herasta: We were wondering if we can have him turn our ladies into some excellent looking chick sir.

Lt. Col. de la Cruz: You two really think the same. Okay, Ramirez, do you have your tools of the trade.

Caught aghast by what he just heard, Officer Ramirez’s jaws drop as he takes a seat.

Officer Ramirez: What tools?

Elsewhere…

An Obstetrics Delivery Table, lies a woman.

She has blonde hair, she has a lot of freckles on her face. She has slightly squared jaws.

She is unconscious. A strong hand puts restraint on her hands, her legs were put on top of the leg holder, then both legs are held on to a leather strap. Effectively restraining her.

A man dressed in scrub suit all dressed up for operating someone prepares the operation theatre.

She starts to regain consciousness half asleep. It is as though she is still dreaming. Then the man dressed as a surgeon starts cutting up her clothes.

Blonde Woman: What’s going on?

He keeps on cutting, and removing her upper clothes.

She tries to move her hands, and she realizes she is being restrained. She can feel the restraints on her legs.

Blonde Woman: What’s going on? Who are you? Where am I?

Dr. Mope: It is Dr. Mope, don’t you remember me? You liked my Tamsis?

Blonde Woman: What are you going to do to me, why am I here?

Dr. Mope: My dear, like what you always wanted, I am simply removing what is useless. But I think I must restrain your head.

Blonde Woman: Restrain my head? No, please what are you going to do with me?

Dr. Mope gets another belt and fastens it on the woman’s head. Then he shows her a just assembled scalpel.

Dr. Mope: I think we are ready now.

Then places the scalpel back on a small table for the medical tools. Pushes it towards her genital area.

He continues to cut more clothing until she is fully *****.