Chapter 4: Meet The Team, Pt. 2

When we entered the room, I was met with a sight of various persons in a room that appear to be a bigger main office with maps and photos related to the Philippines pinned to the brown bulletin board.

Having two rectangular tables, chairs, chandeliers, various furniture, LCD projector, there's also laptops on the table, USB storage inserted in one of the laptops, printers, desk, and couch.

Like me, they're all in younger ages.

Of all the persons within, ignoring bits including those who I suspected to bet Americans which again I hold nothing against them except their country in the past and recent mess started by their government that was under presidential system and the CIA, the one that used to be Office of the Strategic Services, one of the main causes, which I am very thankful for that 'encounter' and experience, why we established the Federal Service Bureau (FSB), and the Overseas Service Bureau (OSB) in response to it and our experience in working with the Special Operations Executive (SOE), I smiled within.

There were Filipinos in the room but I only recognized two of them here. One of them shared my blood.

One was a half-blood white-ish haired half-Filipino who wore a white shirt and some pants which had me though to put a measure for that including recognizing armband or some shit as part of military uniform for the better sanity and not to give excuses to the foolish bunch in pulling a "supplying arms" to the civilians except us pulling a Maphilindo Plan as a last measure to fulfill a permanent Maphilindo country, a dream I shared for "Malay Unity" besides countering CCP-'occupied' 'West Taiwan' and its overbearing aggressions against our partners from SEATO and ASEAN. Starting from our childhood, we worked together, we caught individuals planted by the CIA because we were against the American 'interest' during those time before we gave a 'package' and historical blackmail to the fools about the war crimes the committed in the Philippine soil and elsewhere similar to what Lee Kuan Yew did when he caught individuals of 'same interest', we experienced racism together, we fought together against the fascists and communists within the Philippine soil, and we meet up including our own Philippine Veteran Legion, a government-recognized social group for the Philippine veterans and retired law enforcement agency agents.

The second person, sporting a dark brown while sharing same age as me, was an old friend I worked with before our military career, Royce Siwa. Like the white-ish haired guy at the couch, Alexander "Alex" Pearson-Wallcroft, whom I fondly known as "Kuya Alex", we experienced racism together including in our military career, we fought together, we introduced the Philippine Civilian Marksmanship Program, Judge Advocate General's Corps, Sovereign Wealth Fund (SWF), and National Service, and the best part, he copied the gun laws from Czech and Finns and made it constitutional-level that became part of our lives in the Philippines. However, besides that, himself a trained sniper, and hang around with my family and me together with Kuya Alex, he's the lucky son of a bitch who met Seretse Khama, one of the kind characters, who made Botswana one of the well-off countries in Africa from the time we left, earlier than me.

There wasn't much differences in their appearances and their current self having "not much appearance changed" but I who knew for long time since childhood, recognized them.

All the persons in the room temporarily stopped what they were doing for a moment.

"Welcome to the Spanish Colonial-era Philippines, Kyle." said Kuya Alex with his small smile, where Royce himself smiled and nodded as a way to greet me.

"Thank you, Kuya Alex, Christopher." I thanked them, smiling back, as I looked around, whistled, and commented. "I see...we have foreigners including the Yanks. I am not surprised our benefactor sent the chosen with us in making a better history of our country and world here. I take it the Maphilindo Agenda will not go to shit cause of sabotage, yeah?"

"That's right." replied Kuya Alex, the persons nodded their heads in agreement. "The Maphilindo Plan which we'll call Project Maphilindo, for now will continue after we remove the Spanish Colonial Government out from the archipelago. What we have in our group are picked and sent by our benefactor. We have Russians, Spaniards, Finnish, many nationalities even Chinese. Those picked Chinese by the way hate the CCP's guts for killing their friends and families in reality after 'that'."

I looked at where's he pointing at.

It's a man of African descent. He nodded and flashed the folder that showed the words, "Classified Chinese Reports", "Project Yan Wang", and a USB.

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'Project Yan Wang? This looks suspicious...I heard a rumor of Chinese manufacturing a virus as a weapon to damage the economies. We did scare them with our prowess and the moving forward with the Maphilindo to counter them and attempt to unify the two Koreas. If that's what it is, more reason to eliminate the reds and to prevent CCP taking over the wasted country.' I thought, alarmed, before I nodded back and turned my attention back to Kuya Alex. "Alright. I'll assume we'll make our move in China and Japan after we sent back the 'bad' Spaniards and Colonial Government packing."

"It is what it is, Kyle." remarked Kuya Alex. "We also have list of names and information of persons to recruit, keep an eye on, and as much I hate to do this but it's for our own good, Project Maphilindo agenda, and history, assassinate."

"ASSASSINATE!? Have you gone mad!? There are consequences, a bad one, might occur. I don't know what would Libya be if Gaddafi were to be alive and running the country from the former time we left but we have to take many things to consideration like butterfly effect and ripples. Libyans regretted it! Not only that, we can't allow the crazy bullshit of using 'that' only for it to cause a fucking refugee crisis and dirty shit I would count! Fucking CIA dogs almost sabotaged my work and my men if not for Felipe discovering our own truth serum and forcefully fed that shit onto one of them! Can you imagine if I got 'accident', there would be no Confidence Firing Test used by our special forces or the tactics I learned from my experience? LKY himself caught the CIA dog who wanted to fuck up things when he and the others were developing Singapore. I would kill the men here right now for thinking such wasted double-edged sword!"

Kuya Alex nodded.

"I am aware what you are thinking, Kuya Alex, if I were to be that place and position but we can't have something similar to Office of Strategic Services (OSS) or sort of Ministry of Undergentlemanly Warfare or else if it kept that way, we might have our own trouble-causing CIA doing shit behind our backs causing troubles like illegal drug trade and shit which again I oppose the creation unless we have countermeasures and proper guidelines. Fucking drug trade, fabrication, gun running, countries destabilized by those nasty bastards through by influence, bribes, and irresponsible journalists paid by them, don't you fucking remember that stupid whorenalist from that South China Morning Post or whatever those outlets? That shameless whore of a journalist, the modern day-equivalent of El Filibuterismo's egoistical shameless bastard, Ben Zayb, spouting bullshit and lies including the Maphilindo Agenda. She fucking spouted racist things against our Mindanaoan brethren that we charged her with misconduct and persona non grata in the entire Philippine archipelago! We have Moro blood in our veins! She's a race traitor who sold her soul in irresponsible journalism! She's like those wokesters in Twitter!"

"Kyle, we already have those things you think about the CIA-ish organization in mind." came the voice of an American. "We consulted to one another. Majority were against including the Russians because of the past fuckups of their own CIA, the KGB, and us, the Americans, the fucking CIA, one of the sources of headaches regarding illegal drug trade in our country, Mexico, and other things we checked with the files provided by our benefactor. That is why, we, after taking the page from one of fictional series including fictional visual novels, we came up with our own that'll serve as the highly-classified sword and shield who will be playing the key roles in obtaining the independence from the Spanish Colonial Government, Project Maphilindo, classified missions which we'll properly check and come up with countermeasures, country development, peace and order, and most of all, counterterrorism. This unit would be some CIA in its own way and nature but they're not gonna pull crazy shit called regime change and things you mentioned. Also, the China we'll be changing for the best version, won't be 'occupied' by CCP and other Chinese criminal organizations pulling strings behind the scenes. We're gonna make sure of it maintaining the Maphilindo and the better world we are about to create. If you read the Project Yan Wang like what the rest of us did, you'll be horrified at those CCP bastards going that low in their response to 'South China Sea' and other issues."

"I.... see." I commented, holding my disgust. "I almost had the same suggestion in my mind about taking care of those Maoists buffoons by helping China, which I am sure in this era, Qing, in developing and reforming while we hunt down every red and individuals including the Opium Problem, using the same idea I had about establishing a highly-classified government version of Alsa Masa. Thank you, may I know your name Yank?"

The African-descent man smiled. "Gladly. I'm Henry Spencer, former US Marine, settled in the Philippines and became one of the trainers and instructors associated with Philippine Practical Shooting Association, Philippine Civilian Marksmanship Program, and a gunsmith. Not proud of taking part of that. You are one of the persons I told you alongside my lovely Filipina wife about it."

'His wife came with him, eh? How lovely but my wifey.... I missed her a lot when she died 6 months ago....' Able to see his genuine smile and read his body language, I nodded. "Nice to meet you and thank you, Henry. Let us work together in making ourselves a new home in the Philippines. I am in."

As I said my decision, everyone inside the room smiled.

"Welcome aboard to [New Society], Kyle Hernandez."

'[New Society], eh? That's some name for our group.'

Unknown to me in later years, the name itself would mean something else.

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