Twenty-Second Sequel of Angel of the Lord Novel by Jose Roxas Leveriza

The armored Chevy Suburban blaring high pitched alarm tones and glittering with circling blue rays levitated with breakneck velocity like a wayward UFO. With gnashing gears it roared up the ramp to Nagtahan bridge. The back-up posse of growling black SUV behemoths of the Presidential security detail struggled to keep abreast with the blistering pace.

“Gunman in business suit streaking through mid island divider beneath columns of elevated rail. Closing in by 50 meters towards stairs of Pedro Gil Station. He fired warning shots to ward off pedestrians out his way.”

V’8’s blazing maximum RPM, the President’s bullet proofed 4WD custom truck lurched forward to land with a groaning thud on the crest of the bridge bearing the full weight of the double thick protective steel plates. President Harry Sey knuckled the heavy tinted windshield with vehemence. “C’mon let’s fly, give it all you got,” he contorted with his shoulders to drive it on.

Jason Burke unhinged himself from the rumpled entanglement with Ellebana’s coiffed form.” Stay down, don’t move Counselor. I’ll break after Bader and see if I will draw rear guard fire. Keep your gun handy then pull back to the safety of the hospital. Check if anybody got hurt in the room!” Jason Burke coiled to spring up to his feet and affectionately brushed back Ellebana’s fine hair

Jason Burke bolted quickly for the underbelly of the elevated rail. He crouched low and darted sideways to offer a hard target for hidden ambushers. He tucked his automatic at the back and smoothed the ends of his white shirt to slide under his belt as he ran. He heard the trailing voice of Ellebana call out with concern. “Be careful, Reverend!”

“Ellebana down on the ground by the curb twenty meters from hospital gate. Missionary up on his feet and giving chase under the LRT. Beat patrolmen approaching the scene from Faura. Thirty meters!”

“Scramble 911 ambulance. Whip it out to Ellebana right now. Get people from hospital emergency to run out to assist Ellebana in front!” President depressed the control on his side window and stuck his arm out to flail at the slow moving cars in front. The driver turned to him with alarm. “Mr. President, get back in. You could be a target!” He warned.

The acrobatic Presidential squadron of SUV’s oddly trailed by motorcycle escorts clawing to catch up went airborne on the descent from top of the bridge. The wave looked like volcanic flow rampaging down to engulf everything at the bottom. The sea of bumper to bumper traffic that straddled the avenue from end to end like a huge parking lot got convulsed to scamper away like jumpy tropical fish.

The Harley type choppers of the mounted troopers seesawed left to right menacingly. They sideswiped the stubborn and the slow moving laggards to the sides and like hulking brutes bullied their way to the front of the mad caravan. The lead escort crunched to a stop directly under the traffic signals, got down and overrode the red lights to purge the directional flow of vehicles in the path of the caterwauling formation. All other points converging on the corner came to a standstill as the lumbering giants stampeded across like a herd of spooked battle tanks.

The President made the sign of the cross as a Christian then started to chant Hare Krishna Hare Rama to the Abba Krishna Almighty Father God.