Moonstruck: Divulgence

DIVULGENCE 09

𝓙𝓪𝔂𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓩𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓼

Kumunot ang noo ko sa pagtataka nang mabasa ang pangalan ni Chief sa screen ng phone ko. Anong kailangan niya? I tapped the green button to answer the call.

"Good morning, Chief," I greeted him flatly. Kahit na inaantok pa ay napilitan akong bumangon. Napangiwi ako ng makita ang kabuuan ko sa malaking salamin.

"What is this all about? Bakit ka nasa ACIS?" he queried, annoyed, yet his authority remained. He didn't even greet me back; that means he's mad.

"To investigate the serial killing, Chief," I said in an obvious manner.

"Pumunta ka dito sa HQ, mag-usap tayo." No more than that, and he ended the call.

Magsasalita pa sana ako pero pinatay niya na ang tawag. Alam kong galit siya dahil hindi ko ipinaalam ang tungkol sa plano ko. Sa tingin ko ay karapatan ko naman 'yon. May posisyon din ako, pangalawa ako sa pinakamataas kaya may karapatan din akong magdesisyon. Hindi lahat ng plano ko ay kailangan niyang malaman dahil kadalasan ay pinahihinto niya ang imbestigasyon lalo na kapag malalaking tao ang nasa likod ng krimen.

Nabili na rin ba siya ng pamunuan ng ACIS? I admit that I was paid to shut my mouth and shoo the cops. However, I just acquired the money for the show. Mahirap na kung paghihinalaan nila ako.

I hissed and shook my head. Nahihinuha kong walang patutunguhan ang pag-uusap namin mamaya.

5:50 AM. I stormed my ass in Chief Gusion's office. He comfortably sat on his swivel chair. His aura is stiff, and he shouts authority. His arms were on top of his table, leaning. His face was flat,t and his cold eyes told me he was really mad. What's the big deal? Sinenyasan niya akong maupo sa lounge.

"Report," he ordered with authority, not breaking his gaze.

"As you can see, may krimeng nagaganap sa ACIS at trabaho ko-- natin na mag-imbestiga," I began, and he nodded, implying that I needed to give him more than three valid reasons. Is the crime itself a valid reason for us, cops? Minsan iniisip kong walang common sense si Chief o sadyang matanda na siya at napaglipasan na ng panahon kaya pumurol ang sense of humor niya.

"Look, if you're thinking this is about your daughter, it's not--"

"'Cause it is about your daughter, right?" he cuts me of, smirking.

"Yeah," ngiwi ko. Wala ring silbi kung itatanggi ko.

"Stop investigating...lilipas din 'yan at makakalimutan ng lahat---"

"Fuck it, Chief!" I hissed at him and put my hand on my waist, stressed. Napatayo pa ako dahil hindi ko inaasahan ang sinabi niya.

What happened to his principles? How dare he utter those words?!

He snorted, "Simula pa lang ng nalipat ka dito sa HQ ay ayaw ko na sayo dahil alam kong mangyayari 'to. Dapat nasa patrol unit ka pero ginagamit mo ang pera mo para makakuha ng posisyon, tama ba ako?" He shook his head, smirking.

"We're in the same boat. Balita ko wala kang prinsipyo at bayaran kang parak- - " He fucking cuts me off. Nagsikap ako kaya ako nakarating sa posisyon ko ngayon at hindi gumamit ng pera gaya ng sinasabi niya.

"Deputy Hanzo! You're just a deputy. I'm a chief. Don't forget that!" he roared, sending me blazing glares while his jaw is tightly clenched. He's mad as retard fuck!

Matunog akong ngumisi, "Fuck ranking and hierarchy!" I enraged, clenching my jaw as well. Hindi ako nagkamaling sa isiping bayad rin siya.

"Jayshin," he called me, full of authority. He's only calling me by my real name if I get on his nerves.

What can I do? Gusto kong maging ligtas ang ACIS para sa anak ko. That's my intention. Aside from that, it is my job as a cop.

"I'll do whatever I want. Let us leave that way. I still have the authority to decide. Hindi sa kamay mo iikot ang mundo, Chief Gusion," seryosong kong sabi at nag-walk out.

Masaya ako dahil, ilang linggo rin siyang mawawala dahil may kailangan silang tapusing imbestigasyon at kailangan niyang pumunta sa mga graduation ceremonies ng mga parak mula sa iba't ibang academy. Walang sagabal, sisita at magmamandar sa kilos ko.

My phone vibrated and rang at the same time, an indication that someone had just called. I was about to hit the call button when it hung up. Nasa tatlong ring pa lang ay namatay na ang tawag. Maybe he ended the call. In a minute, a text message popped on my notification board.

Brint Verstte: A new case this morning.

"Shit!" I didn't bother replying and inserted my phone in my pocket. Kakamatay lang ng dalawang estudyante kahapon at nawawala pa ang isa sa mga faculty teachers. Wala pang isang araw, may panibago na namang kaso.

Pinaharurot ko ang Maybach ko pabalik ng ACIS. Kung hindi ako susunod sa batas trapiko ay siguro wala pang three minutes nakarating na ako pero kailangan kong sumunod lalo na isa akong alagad ng batas.

Brint Verstte: Time Alvin Cruiz is dead.

Kasunod ng text ng pinsan ko. Why can't he just call me? Mahirap makipag-text habang nagmamaneho besides bawal 'yon. Mabilis akong nakarating sa school dahil hindi pa mabigat ang traffic. I saw Schy Chadler talking to my cousin, Brint. I noticed that this kid is always present at crime scenes and whenever there's chaos. What is with this kid?

Nanatili ako sa kalayuan at pinanood ang team ni Brint na kunin ang bangkay ng binatang si Tigreal. Inoobserbahan ko ang mga taong nasa paligid. Sa 'di kalayuan ay natanaw ko ang guard na nanonood sa amin ngunit hindi ko 'yon pinahalata at umaktong hindi ko siya nakita. He is a spy, I'm sure of it.

Pinanood ko ang pagkuha ng team ni Brint sa bangkay ni Time Alvin. Poor him. He's too young. Whoever the serial killer is, he must be caught as soon as possible.

"Excuse me po, p'wede po bang magtanong? Anong pong nangyari?" Schy asked Brint who's busy mandating his team. He's hopeless, napaka-bossy niya.

Schy shouldn't be here and witness this kind of stuff, but it seemed like na walang makakapigil sa kaniya. He'll do whatever he wants.

"And you are?" hinarap siya ng pinsan ko at nakipag-shake hands.

"Schy Lander Chadler." He shook my cousin's hand.

"I am Brint from SC Forensics. Nag-suicide ang schoolmate niyo mula sa itaas ng building na 'to," he said, pointing to the school's main building from the top.

Brint was making things. Walang dapat makaalam na undercover kami kaya kahit pa kailangan namin magsinungaling at magpanggap ay gagawin namin. That's logic, right? Sino bang tangang iaanunsyo sa publiko na undercover agent siya?

"Sir Brint, secret lang ha? May serial killer dito sa school. 'Wag mo sanang alisin 'yung possibility na pinatay siya," he leaned and whispered. He whispered his statement, but I still heard it.

Brint's face darkened, and he faced him. "Hindi ko na trabaho 'yon. Sa police mo sabihin 'yan. Ang trabaho ko ay kunin ang katawan, analisahin at dalhin sa purinarya," hindi maganda ang tono niya sa pagsasalita na hindi nagustuhan ni Schy base sa pagkalukot ng mukha niya.

"Anong trabaho mo? Wala ka ngang ibang ginawa kundi mag-utos at magmandar d'yan. Eh, nas'an yung pulis? Sige, sila na lang tatawagan ko, wala ka kasing kwentang kausap," sunod-sunod na lintanya niya at binelatan si Brint. This kid is really something.

He was about to hit the call button when I grabbed his phone and kept it in my pocket. Wala naman akong balak na kunin ang phone niya, mainam nga na tumawag siya ng parak.

"Ibalik mo nga 'yan!" he said, annoyed. He seemed like he didn't like me—my whole existence, indeed.

Now, I understand why Brint acted like that earlier. He acts like he doesn't care at all about Time's cadaver and whether he committed suicide or whether it was intentional.

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