The van was moving slowly. Anselmo kept whimpering and shuddering as he drove. Far at the back, Onodera and Hayashi were talking about what happened on the plane. Between them and Anselmo sat Petrov, his arms folded and eyes closed.
"I was really surprised that there are still some members of that cult hanging around," remarked Hayashi.
"Yeah," agreed Onodera. "That group should have been disbanded after their failure to take GST."
"Apparently, there are still some die-hards left," Hayashi continued. "Imagine, finding someone sitting next to you and right beside the emergency exit suddenly getting up and screaming the name of their 'master,' then trying to open the emergency exit while the plane's still in flight."
"The pin-down was proper," Onodera declared. "Imagine what would have happened if someone fired a shot at him."
"Both wrists nailed with a knife."
Just then, Onodera changed the topic. "Hey," he said. "Did you notice something?"
Hayashi looked around, then peered out the window. "Yeah," he said. "We're moving really slow."
Petrov opened his eyes.
"Somebody kill me. Somebody kill me. Somebody kill me," mumbled Anselmo.
A hand landed on his shoulder, sending shivers up his spine. He felt Petrov's breath behind his neck.
"We're moving slowly," said the general. "Is something wrong with the engine or," he ran a finger in circles on Anselmo's nape, "you're so tired and need a little motivation?"
"Sir, no, sir!" Anselmo shrieked. He shifted to fourth gear and put the pedal to the metal. The van sped to Cagayan, full speed.
"I was really surprised that there are still some members of that cult hanging around," remarked Hayashi.
"Yeah," agreed Onodera. "That group should have been disbanded after their failure to take GST."
"Apparently, there are still some die-hards left," Hayashi continued. "Imagine, finding someone sitting next to you and right beside the emergency exit suddenly getting up and screaming the name of their 'master,' then trying to open the emergency exit while the plane's still in flight."
"The pin-down was proper," Onodera declared. "Imagine what would have happened if someone fired a shot at him."
"Both wrists nailed with a knife."
Just then, Onodera changed the topic. "Hey," he said. "Did you notice something?"
Hayashi looked around, then peered out the window. "Yeah," he said. "We're moving really slow."
Petrov opened his eyes.
"Somebody kill me. Somebody kill me. Somebody kill me," mumbled Anselmo.
A hand landed on his shoulder, sending shivers up his spine. He felt Petrov's breath behind his neck.
"We're moving slowly," said the general. "Is something wrong with the engine or," he ran a finger in circles on Anselmo's nape, "you're so tired and need a little motivation?"
"Sir, no, sir!" Anselmo shrieked. He shifted to fourth gear and put the pedal to the metal. The van sped to Cagayan, full speed.
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