ii. gustazó café, where criminals meet

9:00 pm.

January 13, 2XXX.

Fifth Avenue, Syl City,

Sylembourge.

Gustazó Café.

Wagner Krest.

ONE BORING DAY, A STUPID MOTHERFUCKER GOT TRICKED WILLINGLY BY A PIECE OF CLOTH.

He thought that a piece of stupid cloth can give him all the answers he want. Funny how stupid he is, huh?

So he embarked on the quest of finding that rundown coffeeshop. Because maybe. . . just maybe. . . it'll make sense.

Then he went with the flow. Waited outside a coffeehouse like an idiot. When he lost his patience, he decided to ask but saw a piece of shit leisurely drinking his coffee. He then realized that it was that stupid traitor.

He was going to kill him but got apprehended by a woman. . .?

That stupid motherfucker. . . was me. Wagner Krest.

"Hey! Kayong dalawa 'yung nasa T.V 'di ba? 'di ba?" the woman dressed in gothic black dress asked. She was beaming with excitement.

I rolled my eyes. Just when I thought I couldn't get any unluckier. Minalas  pa ulit ako.

Nauto na nga, naitali pa ng isang babae.

Kung kailan babaril na ako saka pa niya piniling pumasok.

I was so close in pulling the trigger, eh. I was so close in killing him but then an idiot intervened. Worst. . . he tied me and confiscated my gun.

"Did I looked handsome there?" the traitor asked enthusiastically.

"Does it even matter?" I raised my eyebrow at him. The traitor looked at me.

"Wagner, it is. You know that 99.9% of people's judgment is based on the looks. The more I looked good, the better the person I am," the twisted traitor answered.

It really pisses me off.

"Hey! Tinatanong ko kayo!" the woman interrupted. She's sitting on the wooden table while looking down on us, her captives.

"I saw you on the television too! You looked stunning," the traitor complimented her.

"Really? Ang ganda ko 'di ba? 'di ba?"

"Yup! Especially when you knocked down Commander Nikolas then you stealthily snatched the key for the handcuff. And oh! You did not forgot to get back that Black Diamond."

"You knew?" she confirmed, amused.

"Yup! I also know na nauto ka rin ng puting tela!"

What the fuck! Does this traitor need to remind me of that?

"Alam mo rin 'yun?"

"Yup! Yup!" the bastard traitor nodded excitedly.

She gave us her sweetest smile. "Alam ko rin kung sino kayo!" The traitor nodded again but the smile on the woman's face faded. It was replaced by a nonchalant smirk. "Don't mess with me." He then brought out a beige-colored dagger and pointed it at the bastard's neck.

"The shit! Where did that dagger came from!" I blurted out as I moved a bit away from them. My hands were still tied at my back.

The weirdest thing is, the guy at the counter does not seem to notice us.

"You'll kill me?" asked the bastard in the most relax manner I've ever seen him. He even slumped his back on the couch where the woman made us sit and crossed his feet.

The shit? The bastard is being like this again. It was like, death is nothing to him and who cares if he dies. Shit! I'm so pissed off. I wanna kill that fucking piece of dick shit.

"On the otherhand, sayang. A mafia executive and a mafia dog. Magkano kaya makukuha ko kapag kinanta ko kayo sa Corps?"

And who the fuck is a dog?!

"Then how much will I get if I sing a duet with you?".

Their eyes met and without even speaking to each other they understood what they are going to do next.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

They both laughed madly. I sneered at them.

"Hey Wagner! Don't look at me with such contempt. I'll be sad," the bastard conveyed with a sullen look.

I rolled my eyes. "Who cares about you?" Does he even thought about me when he left the organization?

The bastard shrugged his shoulders then laughed maniacally for a minute before glancing again at me then to the woman in front of us.

"Can you please untie us then let's talk about the cloth," the bastard requested, smiling at her happily.

Does this idiot think that the woman will be swayed by that? Huh! Such confidence for nothing.

"Sure!"

I fell off-- figuratively-- the couch when I heard her agree. My eyes widened at her. I shifted my gaze to the bastard and scowled.

The hell! Even with this, he pisses me off.

The woman immediately cut the rope binding our wrist. I shook my wrist to lessen the pain I was feeling. This is the first time I got caught and tied and damn! I don't want the feeling.

I watched the woman settle herself in a chair in front of us. Switching my gaze towards the traitor, our eyes accidentally met. I lifted an eyebrow. He grinned.

"What did you get?" bastard asked still not wiping off his grin.

"Do I need to tell you about it?"

"Of course you do, Wagner!" he affirmed, amused. It was like asking me, are you an idiot?  And if it came from the traitor, I'd rather die than hear him ask it. "I just left Silver for a month and you've become grumpier."

"Mukha kang nagtatampong jowa," the woman butted in, chuckling.

"Shut up, dickhead!" I glared at him.

Who the hell will want to be in a relationship with this traitor? NOT. ME. AND. WILL. NEVER. BE ME.

"I was in an assassination mission for Silver. Before I can even manage to complete the task, I noticed a piece of cloth in one of my belongings." I still decided to vaguely narrate what happened that day. It wasn't much though.

"What does the note says?" bastard asked with a hint of curiosity.

"I don't see the need to tell you about it."

"It was probably about you," the woman-- who I recently found to be annoying-- butted in again.

I swept a glance at the traitor. His eyes welled up while looking at me intently. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I want to cry. My little Wagner misses me, ahhh!" He acted like he was going to hug me but I immediately kicked his legs letting him groaned in pain.

"Fuck off, you ugly traitor." I turned to the the woman in front. "How about you?"

"You didn't know him?" traitor asked in surprised.

"Why? Do I suppose to know him. . ." My mind momentarily stop functioning while I slowly analyze his earlier statement. I've been a fool again. What the fuck! "WHAT? HIM? SHE'S A BOY? I MEAN HE'S A MALE?"

"Hey dramaqueen, OA ka na masiyado." she-- I mean he laughed heartily like I was a clown made to entertain him.

The fuck! Now, I am really pissed off in the maximum level. Any more shit from them, I won't be able to take it.

Who on their right mind will dress like a girl and actually look exactly like a girl!

"It's him! Commander Nikolas' archenemy. The Red Demoness of South City. The nightmare of every wealthy official. The thief who stole jewelries from all officials he met amounting to almost a billion. The King of Stealth. Couver," the bastard tried to explain but I'm still pissed off. He turned his attention to that crossdresser shit. "And let me correct you, my little Wagner is not a dramaqueen." Yes, I am not. "He' a tsun-tsun, rather." He tried ruffling my hair but I shoved his hand.

Where the hell did they got this hobby to piss me off?

"Damn! I need a coffee," I muttered to myself as I shook my head and tried to swallow everything that is going on right now.

First, I was tricked. Then, I met this goddamn traitor, got apprehended by a woman-- a crossdresser, rather. Tied down. Got pissed off. Given a blown. And. . . Arghh!

Just let me digest all of these.

"A coffee won't help you, Wagner-tsun," Couver  said as he stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny about that?"

Then. . . What? Wagner-tsun? Pigilan ninyo ako! Papatayin ko 'to.

He did not bother to answer me. Instead, he smiled showing his perfectly aligned white teeth.

I stood. Kicked the table towards him. Then, marched towards the counter.

"The usual, Little Wagner!" the traitor shouted.

"Nescapé Creamy White lang sa'kin Wagner-tsun!" the annoying thief followed.

I halted my steps. Turned my gaze towards them and gave a nasty glare.

"Fuck the both of you to the moon and back. Get your own, morons!" I yelled back at them but just shrugged me off by a laugh.

Damn! This really pisses me off.

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