This is not the time to be a bigot, especially at the end of Ramadan.
Agreed.
It was time to be more vigilant.
The ferry was making its way out of Manila Bay.
It was 15 years from today that the ferry went down, killing 200 lives.
I had spent the night down at the port.
Everyone was in the festive season.
The Catholics didn't see it coming or didn't want to see it coming.
I had the CCTV cameras looped to my computer at my hotel and two of my best surveillance team in Seattle monitoring it.
It didn't take long to figure out that the Shining Path of Islam was planning a commemoration bombing.
I had received footage from them the night before.
'This is in retaliation for stopping the flow of hot chicks to the Middle East, our biggest benefactors.'
Abdul and Shalom were now drinking at my bar next to my hotel.
My karaoke lounge was packed with the hottest chicks Asia could grow. Some of the girls went for implants, it was optional and I was paying.
Candice dropped quaalude into the drinks of Abdul and Shalom and then she ordered more tequila shots for the devout Muslims.
Once Candice started gyrating on their laps the boys started spilling the beans.
I already knew where the bomb was located.
Abdul had the burner phone that would detonate it.
Me and a few of the shore men scouted the ferry.
The bomb was in the motor room.
Once detonated, it would blow out a big hole in the hull.
Not on my shift.
I sent a reply video back to Shining Path of Islam.
It was Abdul and Shalom being massaged by Candice's boobs.
Titled: Pearl Necklace.
There was no terrorist attack.
'You've just been titty fucked,' was the voice over.
The terrorist group was furious and the video even made it on CNN, 'another foiled terrorist attack, warning, this video is graphic.'
I had the bombs sent to forensics for inspection.
Amateur hour but very lethal packed with ball bearings and nails, and enough TNT to blow the ship out of the water; it was the second bomb that I discovered at the ferry terminal hidden in a crate of durians that was designed for maximum damage, enough to blow up half of Manila, said one of the ballistic guys.
On a buoyant note the following night, Candice wanted to get intimate.
'I know you have been worshiping my fun bags since I returned from the Middle East last week, and as a token of gratitude for buying out my contract and allowing me to come back home, I want to show you some fun Philipino hospitality.'
I raised my eyebrows.
'Me and my sisters really want to thank you for the recent bonus you gave us for titillating the terrorists.'
Go on I said, and ordered another round of beer, for everyone, in the bar.
The Patron Saint of Dominic was looking out serenely from the bar, where it was displayed next to another gaudy statue of Madonna.
Agreed.
It was time to be more vigilant.
The ferry was making its way out of Manila Bay.
It was 15 years from today that the ferry went down, killing 200 lives.
I had spent the night down at the port.
Everyone was in the festive season.
The Catholics didn't see it coming or didn't want to see it coming.
I had the CCTV cameras looped to my computer at my hotel and two of my best surveillance team in Seattle monitoring it.
It didn't take long to figure out that the Shining Path of Islam was planning a commemoration bombing.
I had received footage from them the night before.
'This is in retaliation for stopping the flow of hot chicks to the Middle East, our biggest benefactors.'
Abdul and Shalom were now drinking at my bar next to my hotel.
My karaoke lounge was packed with the hottest chicks Asia could grow. Some of the girls went for implants, it was optional and I was paying.
Candice dropped quaalude into the drinks of Abdul and Shalom and then she ordered more tequila shots for the devout Muslims.
Once Candice started gyrating on their laps the boys started spilling the beans.
I already knew where the bomb was located.
Abdul had the burner phone that would detonate it.
Me and a few of the shore men scouted the ferry.
The bomb was in the motor room.
Once detonated, it would blow out a big hole in the hull.
Not on my shift.
I sent a reply video back to Shining Path of Islam.
It was Abdul and Shalom being massaged by Candice's boobs.
Titled: Pearl Necklace.
There was no terrorist attack.
'You've just been titty fucked,' was the voice over.
The terrorist group was furious and the video even made it on CNN, 'another foiled terrorist attack, warning, this video is graphic.'
I had the bombs sent to forensics for inspection.
Amateur hour but very lethal packed with ball bearings and nails, and enough TNT to blow the ship out of the water; it was the second bomb that I discovered at the ferry terminal hidden in a crate of durians that was designed for maximum damage, enough to blow up half of Manila, said one of the ballistic guys.
On a buoyant note the following night, Candice wanted to get intimate.
'I know you have been worshiping my fun bags since I returned from the Middle East last week, and as a token of gratitude for buying out my contract and allowing me to come back home, I want to show you some fun Philipino hospitality.'
I raised my eyebrows.
'Me and my sisters really want to thank you for the recent bonus you gave us for titillating the terrorists.'
Go on I said, and ordered another round of beer, for everyone, in the bar.
The Patron Saint of Dominic was looking out serenely from the bar, where it was displayed next to another gaudy statue of Madonna.
