[b]Trinidad Academy - Early Morning [6 AM][/b]

Pablo said nothing as he saw Charles begin to underestimate him; good. As for the Disabler attack, it was real, but in a way that none of the people present in the group would expect. But it was best to hide how much he knew; he'll pay for it later when the time came to expose his own lies to himself, but he might also learn that he had no other choice. So he listened to Carsi Cruz Maurice Tyrone continue to boast a little more.

"Who knows," the Half-Irish Filipino said, trying to catch himself, "Maybe she won't be visiting after all, or perhaps she's sending a body double and this is all a sting operation to lure the Disablers out; the possibilities are endless."

He smirked, "Why am I telling you all this? Well, One, gossip is a cherished Filipino custom. Two, the people accompanying me will be chosen through a raffle. Three, I don't like random people watching my back, so I'm planning to... Arrange said raffle in my favor, to put in people I can depend on, even if it is only by virtue of seating arrangements." He looked around, settling on Drake if the latter was fuming at the mention of the Disablers. "So, who wants a place in the security team?"

Carsi was avoiding eye contact with Pablo, while the latter was busying himself typing something in Filipino at the desk laptop; just study stuff.

[b]Unnamed Oil Tanker Off the Philippine Coast [/b]

The hijacking was easily achieved, with the captain and what loyal crew there were bound, gagged, and kept in the brig. Now the Disabler cell which had infilitrated the vessel had no obstacles to their safe operation for what few minutes of life they had. All of them had lost family and friends; innocent children and youth cut down undeservedly, to [i]those monsters[/i]. All of them had felt the sting from the wrongful privileges that those monsters had accumulated, putting them above hardworking men. And so all of them had volunteered to die, in order to make sure no new monsters took the leadership of humanity away from [i]true people[/i].

As the Oil Tanker entered into Manila Bay; Trinidad Academy was going to come in sight in an hour or two, none of the crew, including their Amazonian leader, noticed the fact that their shadows had small pieces cut from them...

[b]Trinidad Academy - Director's Office 6 AM[/b] 

The rest of the Top Ten had been tasked to guard the Academy itself, while Carsi Cruz Maurice Tyrone began the first stage of the purging. Problem was, Legazpi was insisting that there was hidden strength in the first batch of students selected for 'The Culling'; maybe he was right, but just because someone can reveal the universe's truths did not mean they were obliged to speak them; the boy will have to be watched.

If the students to be culled did not prove themselves at Carsi's prompting, he, Jose C. Bathala, will have to hope that Angelito Jaime would act on the tip he had given him. If the 'Hero of 1987' refused to act as planned, then he would have to use brute force.

Getting up, the man walked close to the windows and checked his shadow, once, twice, three times; nothing was missing and that was good.

He was paying a high-stakes game; Pablo was extraordinarily fond of his chosen group despite the danger such a band of idealists - Yes, even the Hammer Mole was an idealist - posed. Just what did he see in them when he had used his sword on the Academy itself?

Turning to another set of papers, looking for another method to cull the deadweight from the student population, the Director mused that a mix of idealism and pragmatism was what won wars - the latter controlling the former.

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