Chapter 3: Meet The Team, Pt. 1

'Everything's powered by wind, lunar, and solar. There are facilities, housings and infrastructures for our own use. Almost everything and our situation feels almost like Metal Gear series added---no, more like Modern Weapons Cheat in Another World story I read.'

Inside the 'modified' Storm MPV, wearing the brown plain shirt with half-open grayish-colored jacket mixed with same gray camo-pattern pants, fingerless gloves, and specialized sneakers, I was admiring the sight of what would I suspected to be the Headquarters or Main Office made up of modern materials with weather-proof and earthquake-proof factors added. Thing's almost resembled the Philippine Army Headquarters mixed with Camp Crame but modified to accommodate its purpose and things such as planning, meeting, training, etc. It has two three poles tall enough not to be seen by ships and planes but it does not have flags yet.

Before our vehicle passed through the guards guarding the entrance after the checks, which by the way have I was surprised to have a modern equipment and weaponry like AK and comms, after the showering and receiving things I requested, the two younger 'men' gave me a quick tour after I changed clothes.

Short version, Gabriel and Lawrence revealed our benefactor provided us many things including old things that were supposed to be scrapped or something from storage and surplus stories into a brand-new one with no faults such as 7.5 Swiss, Gatling gun, machineries that'll be used for our group secretly until the "time is right", schematics, drawings and invention concepts drawn by Leonardo da Vinci that included his notebook, etc.

"Lolo Kyle," said Gabriel, who was the driver for this sort of 'trip'. "We're here."

Looking at the window, I saw a sight of an entrance, a shaded one.

The entrance itself was a glass door like those from hotel entrance.

It was guarded by 4 guys wearing a balaclava armed with AK-pattern rifles, and having a comms, which I would say not everyday sight of seeing one guy who was sent back to the past carrying modern items right here.

"Door's open now." declared Gabriel. "I'll park it at the basement parking from here. Lawrence, you'll take it from here."

"Wilco."

With Lawrence looking at one of the guys on the right, he nodded, making the door opened by one guy.

Now with us both alighted, that same guy and the other 3 guys saluted me, surprising me unless they're Filipino.

Why Filipino? In my life before the previous January 11, 2016, after the successful coup in '65, the guys told me and a couple of mates I had to use our connections in Britain, where I was trained as a Commando, to reform the Armed Forces and add commando-trained units including the Philippine Constabulary which established the Philippine Constabulary – Special Action Force.

The idea we had, the Confidence Firing Test, was what made our soldiers, our riflemen, marksmen. It was meant for the special forces and those who wanted join the one of the best breeds available in the world.

The commando-trained units including the Marine Commandos, that's one of my doings.

My name was listed in the Philippine history books you could find including articles related to the Philippine history. We were proud of our work and reforms that some countries from SEATO asked the Marines or me for my output in making their Marines a commando-trained.

"Welcome to Camp Brotherhood, Captain Hernandez." greeted the man. "We heard about you. Big fan and thank you for your service in making our country great and stopping the Nazis, and preventing the Reds almost endangering our country."

"We did what we had to do to make revolutionaries and reformists such as Jose Rizal proud in maintaining our country's sovereignty and dignity from the foreign powers." I smiled slightly and saluted them back. "As a soldier and father myself, I think of the lives and next generation in the Philippines. My grandfather, a revolutionary who fought against the Americans, one of the surviving Luna Sharpshooters, a self-taught marksman, taught me that and the spirit of independence and liberty. We scared the Chinese Navy with products of our work, we scared the Chinese government-owned media outlets with Philippine-brand true responsible journalism and facts, we scared those nutcases using religion to commit terrorism with the might of our AFP and SEATO. I'm all proud with no cases of shootings inspired by racism and hate virtually nonexistent in the Philippine soil. Dear gentlemen, may I know your names?"

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"Our pleasure, Captain! I'm Cristopin Gimenez. With me are Alfredo Mañacap, Bryan Yap, and Richard Malawan. We may look like this but we're Philippine Constabulary who have learned things from and trained with our counterparts who came with us. We also have guys from the Philippine Armored Cavalry Regiment and its counterparts with us."

'The gendarmeries? My hunches tell me they're likely to play a role in reestablishing the Constabulary itself. ACR? Hmmm, this is gonna take time...longer....so from what Gabriel and Lawrence said earlier, we have a whole fucking size of Armed Forces and community. That's a good thing if used responsibly.' I thought, before I nodded. "Nice to meet you all, young lads. I'm under your care. I look forward working with you all after we get our country an earlier independence before those wars."

What I was referring to was the mess up parts of Spanish Colonial Period in the Philippines, the Philippine-American War, and the infamous Bataan Death March that occurred during World War 2.

The Spanish Colonial Period had the racial shit and Padre Damaso, the rotten bastard of men in 'holy clothing' joining politics. The Padre Damaso, oh those bastards, I haven't forgotten the bunch of red bastards who spread the message "Jesus is a commie" that sounded like shit to disrespect those who committed a thing I would expect from dangerous elements who committed terror attacks. Hey, I respect religion but I don't think saying "Jesus is a commie" will make some Christians and followers of him who believe would not like that crazy triggering nonsense.

The Philippine-American War, on the other hand, that's almost a nasty shit over there with late Gregorio Del Pilar himself almost stripped naked from the moronic retards who does not know dignity of the dead, and Vietnam where those bad kind of offenders were left scot free except for those who didn't comply order that surely made me want to create Judge Advocate General's Corps, so we could prevent the foolish monstrosities committed and if they are guilty, it's either trip to penal battalion or dishonorable charge with a nasty mark in the record...if you know what I mean.

World War 2, I won't forget what happened the Philippines. The Bataan Death March was too much that I remembered World War 2 vets whom I tried to help as their fellow veteran to recover from those sinful scars a bit including their daughter who had a bad 'experience' with those fascist bastards, a thing that'll receive a trip to death penalty in the time we left. I hate rapists, so back off.

If we ever score our independence from Spain, the very thing I would establish will be the Judge Advocate General's Corps, so we could prevent the foolish monstrosities committed and if they are guilty, it's either a hell to penal battalion or dishonorable discharge.

Before the modern era, I also won't forget the troublemaking commies like that Sison asshole. If not for us working together with Alsa Masa, whom we had contacted through one of my relatives and collaborated with before and during the junta years, our country might have been fucked up with commie underground movements with spreading lies and stirring shit like those CCP- 'occupied' China before the Deng-era, discreetly sending armaments to those bastards, whom we captured, studied, and improved for our use like what we had done to the AKs.

Besides preventing the Chinese Community Party takeover in China, preventing Hideki Tojo and his faction in World War 2 Japan, and unifying the Korea, thinking about those and this new opportunity and time, we have higher chances to minimize the damages including that King of Belgium, Leopold II, who committed what I would say the 'lesser' earlier version of that horrific inhumane 'stain' in Congo, a big shocking and disgusting discovery I learned in February 2, 2000 that I and the rest of had to support it which was a success and helped Congo recover from it.

Hunting dangerous reds and behind the scenes operations...we're gonna need a legit classified version, a government version of Alsa Masa again, who'll be playing the bigger role in fulfilling the objectives, tasks, and making a better history together with us, like inspired from that particular organization I learned from a VN that had anime adaptation. I digress, the Alsa Masa, they're the good guys, I don't know if there's a bad version of them in other worlds (don't look at me that way, this world changed our appearances and chances of different history!) but our's, they became part of government, were fine overall before we rehabilitated a couple of guys and remind them there's a line of morality and taking out the extremely dangerous individuals who teach their own dangerous brand of communism that involved 'armed struggle' to the youth.

"So do we, Captain. Allow us to escort you. Team 2 will take over our position until we finish our task."

Looking at his gloved finger pointing at the radio attached to his vest, I smiled and nodded.

Minutes later with some chattering, we finally arrived at the destination --- a door of a room guarded by 2 same men armed AK-pattern rifles.

It had two indoor plants in white pot, a total of 4.

While it had the inverted U thing like entrance, the door itself was a grand entrance double door with two handles. It looked ordinary and typical but I had a feeling the wood used was special in a way it would last longer after our time because of the treatment applied on the wood.

"Captain, we have arrived."

"Thank you, Cristopin." said Lawrence. "We'll take it from here. Lolo Kyle, let's get in."

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