Stan liked the hotel.

Built in the 70's, only two floors, this Korean run hotel had tonnes of personality.

The guards looked off their trees.

'Welcome to Manila,' said Abdul, who outrightly said he was a member of the Abu Sayyaf the terrorist group from the Southern Philipines in Mindanao.

He was carrying a side gun.

Apparently their skills were in much demand in the security industry in the capital.

'We are fearless,' said Abdul, a rake of a man, in his thirties, bloodshot eyes with the generally disheveled look of someone who has been smoking crack to get him through his 24-hour shit.

I'll tell you fearless, thought Stan, you worthless piece of shit. He had served in the French Foreign Legion of course, and he could handle himself as good as the next thug.

A quick fresh up, spray under the arms, mouthwash, and he was heading towards Manila Bay.

Frank would be easy to find.

He hoped. 



Popular Posts