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  Somewhat apprehensively, Matt walked into a sleazy little dive off of Roxas Boulevard just two blocks away from the Philippine General Hospital in Manila. He was very grateful that it was still daylight outside. From what he had been told, at sundown, the place filled up with all kinds of unsavory characters. Even though he was looking for some action to be involved in, he would much rather it would be action of his own choosing.

  One of the 'regular' girls saw him and got up from her stool to walk his way. He scanned the room for a man in an orange tie, found him and waved her off by pointing to him. She knew immediately that his visit here was not a social one.

  The mousy looking Filipino wore larger than normal sunglasses. Why would be anybody's guess.

  As Matt approached, the Filipino pushed the chair across from him with his foot. He took the offer and sat down as he quickly made a second scan of the area.

  The Filipino said in perfect English, "The Lord likes your qualifications. And, even though he's still checking out your police record, blah, blah, blah, he has decided to put you on the parole.” He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small business card and handed it to him as he spoke, "You are to take this card to our business in Quezon City. Take your belongings with you. Ask for Edmund. You will live at the business and train to fight. As you need to know more, more will be told you."

  Matt took the card from his hand, turned and left without speaking. It was good to be accepted.

  Chapter Three