Mr. QT's Assistant

Last Monday, I had a hard time waking up - for I know it is going to be the start of another five days of work.

After a couple of snoozes, I stood up, showered, and picked up my friend who will be hitching a ride with me to Manila. As usual, I passed through Tomas Morato. It was there when I noticed this heavily tinted black Expedition crawling along, as if looking for a good place to have breakfast. I overtook the Expedition.

The light changed to red when I reached the Morato-Roces intersection, so I stopped. The black Expedition came up alongside and stopped too. Nothing weird - until the windows of the Expedition rolled down, and I saw a high powered rifle with a silencer stick out of the window! How I knew it to be high powered, I don't know, I just know it is.

Next thing I knew, the rifle was directed towards our car and then TSUB! TSUB! two shots were fired. In slow motion, I saw the rifle being aimed at me, and then I felt both shots piercing my chest and lodging in my heart. I heard my friend screaming. I saw the windshield shatter, I saw the spray of my blood, I saw the Expedition speeding away. I felt immense pain in my chest and then my eyes rolled and I felt no more.

I opened my eyes, checked for holes in my chest, and upon finding none, I stood up, showered, and went to work. Goodness.

What a vivid dream! It's like a scene from Quentin Tarantino's movie. I could be his assistant!

Oh, by the way, I haven't met any black Expeditions along the way since. ;-)