The Go Clandestinity (page 1) jeo wrote this at 4:03 pm • Filed under The Sordid Ones •

The Ortigas sun was slowly creeping up the concrete-hidden horizon. A number of young professionals are already walking at haste to their corporate cells. Private cars and cabs are gradually filling the Julia Vargas stretch. Norman Go frowned as three call center agents walked passed him as he eats his daily dose of Hong Kong style noodles in a stand just beside St. Francis Square. The call center heads were whining over the night’s tiring work, the constant arrogance of western people on the other side of their headsets and how they wish they would just all die. Norman took his last chopsticks full of noodles and spoke silently, “You call that a rough night? try to wearing my Pitoy Moreno shoes…”

Norman Go is an agent too. But of a different kind. He is something else. His family, friends and co-workers think they know him. The Norman Go they know is a slow-neuron-firing chink that works for an outsourcing company in the heart of Ortigas Center, the Iwebmasters, Inc. They see him as a jolly but smirkeleetipy person that likes to wear Rallion Alonzo type long sleeves, with a pair of graded glasses, killer smile and sexy bald head. His teammates in the company’s Sordid One account spiritually make fun of him over his slow-registering processor. “If you people only know…” he usually say to himself as he fights the urge to embed a few caps on them with his Walther P99 Compact DAO pistol. He is something else. He is ES-Agent 5. The best of the Macau-Manila Yellow Ops or M2-Yops.

After thanking Chung, the noodles stand manager and Norman’s Pasig area mole, he stared at the pyramid shaped top of the Tycoon Center building that housed his “clean-living” office. He started to walk towards it, constantly shaking his head, trying to shake off the “jet-lag”. The previous night was a long one. He’ve just flown in from an island more than 600 kilometers southeast of Manila, from the island of Bohol. He was sent there to infiltrate a known underground familia that has been smuggling ak-47s and yummy hopias from Macau through the island of Cebu. Things went bad and he had to exterminate the whole familia. There were only two of them anyways so he thought what the hell. But he knows there’s more than meets the eye, the hopia tasted so yummy he’s sure there’s crack in it. He knows. He’s been watching Dave Chappelle’s show and he’s a huge fan of Tyrone Biggums. He needed to get deeper, he decided.

But first he needs to live his false life for the day, as the Wok-with-Yan guy of Iweb. After swiping his ID card on Manong’s block box, he went straight to his station. One by one, his teammates arrived. Benjie with the dreads, Dell with the longhair, John with the hot head and Jp with the Jum-Ong look. The last one to get in was their Navajo indian-looking team leader, Jeo, whom he despises the most. He greeted Norman, “hey man, top of the morning to ya.” with a broad smile. He smiled back and gave him a kiss, err wait, i meant he said “yea, good morning to you too, oh ruler of the human world oh team leader.” while actually saying to himself… “infidels… i oughta judo-chop you people in those dirty brown necks of yours.” He opened his secure yahoo messenger covert version and type his Level 5 codes.

“ES-Angent 5, last night went exceptionally well, we understood you needed to put down the whole familia. Report to the Goldbaldhead at 1300 hours for debriefing.”

“Damn it.” thought Norman. He had a bunch of movie clips to cut and thumbs to optimize for the day. And Jeo have already been complaining about his consecutive halfdays lately. But he knows he needed to report. Its a matter of national security. This is his responsibility. His responsibility to every poor Filipino and filthy rich Chinese-filipino in the country.

“Jeo, i’ll be going home early at noon. I need to take Gladys to her monthly pregnancy check-up. You know our baby’s due in a few months.” Norman said, trying hard not to appear obvious.

Jeo was puzzled “you just went there two days ago, and you said its monthly?”

The agent fought with the thought of putting his teamleader into an armbar and making him scream like a bitch. He smiled, “Yea, its monthly, that’s why we’re going again today. I need to go, Jeo, I need to go.”

to be continued…