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ANGEL OF THE LORD (PART 15)
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The watchful sentry at the hospital lobby tried to bar the entry of the tall lean missionary with athletic gait. The auburn hair topping cool blue eyes on a chiseled profile flashed the warmest smile. With upraised palm and officious tone, the guard laid down the house rule, “no solicitations and preaching in the hallways!” He was an easy prey for Jason’s Burke’s Media ID. He mellowed instantly at the sight of it although it bore nothing more than the word PRESS emblazoned in big bold block letters. Nothing stirred more reverence in Manila than Western journalists with trappings of the big NEWS. “Hollywood gunk”, Jason loved to call it. The chastened security guard ushered him right through with a peremptory salute.
Movies colored a lot of perceptions in the far flung corners. Newsmen and ministers were the good guys. If you knew how to ride such stereotypes it could open a lot of accidental doors. Jason Burke was trained to use it in the manner of illusion for elusion, one among many in the bag of tricks of cloak and dagger practitioners.
The hospital was bright and airy with renovated pastel painted whitewashed walls. The ceiling soared to cathedral height giving the impression of Grand Central station in Manhattan. It made for a very positive and cheery outlook quite unusual for a place associated with infirmity and suffering. The pitter patter of shuffling feet echoed in the far walls. Jason admired the stucco panels which reminded him of the classical columns so prevalent in Washington D.C.
A long queue formed along the margins of the restraining tape to the bank of elevators. By instinct Jason detoured to the stairway and bounded up the steps in threes like an obstacle course in Special Forces camp. Without breaking sweat or labored breathing, he broke surface on the ninth floor.
The ninth floor reception area was more somber with subdued incandescence. The squared counter lacked the usual accoutrements of a fast service outlet but instead surrounded a single figure seated at the middle while stooped over some illegible medical transcriptions.
The nurse with a white cotton fedora looked up momentarily and was thrilled by the sight of the Mormon preacher in standard black and white with resplendent boyish appeal. The Sunkist hair and soulful blues made her think he had stepped out from a television set. “Hollywood gunk,” Jason thought again as he felt elated by her admiring welcome. He found her form draped by crisp whites somewhat enticing. Like a white box of chocolates, Forrest Gump used to say, you never know what you are getting. He waved and continued on panning her with his best Tom Cruise smile.
A shapely figure with shoulder length page boy locks paced outside the door to room 912. A cell phone was ubiquitously pasted on the right ear. Her superior tone matched well with the regal pinstripes on her dark blue suit which flowed just above the supple knees.. By the sound of it she was dictating some legal verse to an assistant on the other end. Her beauty stunned Jason when she looked up to put away the palm held device.
Her exotic slit eyes seized you with simultaneous acuity and seduction. Her milky white geisha complexion became more illustrated with the carousing strands of jet black hair that swept down randomly. Her expression bore a deep set drama frozen in time and mystery, cajoling you and leading you to make her unravel piece by piece.
The impact of her desirability was confrontational. Jason felt like a hot gust of wind unsteadied him where he stood. This was a novelty because Jason always prided himself to be the quintessential pursuer. This time around he gawked and waited for the first tidings to emanate from her bewitchingly sensuous mouth. Ellebana Sey smiled a welcome that lighted up dizzying neon lights in Jason Burke’s subliminal threshold.
“You must be the missionary, Jason Burke; Richard brought me up to speed. I’m the Special Prosecutor on the case of the rogue agents. My name’s Ellebana Sey.” Ellebana pressed Jason’s right elbow instead of offering a glad hand.
Her coming close pricked Jason to life followed woefully by a faint struggling in his loins. But that’s neither here nor there now, as he debated inside how far Richard has compromised privileged info with her. He was tempted to throw her a challenge phrase to see how far she could respond with the proper code to denote top level clearance or insider credential. The heady waft of her chic perfume suffused his nostrils and made him reel with infatuation mixed with near insanity. He drew from the deepest pits of resolve to prevent his tongue from wagging out and salivating openly like he imagined his dog Yeller back in his youth. It was all he could do to keep from howling out like a wolf at the desert moon.
Jason Burke looked down to the floor then looked up with bated breath in his ballooning cheeks. “Richard who?”
Ellebana Sey threw back her head and sprayed her comely hair. Her sultry giggle made her loom more desirable in his eyes. “Hi hi, I should have expected that from you.” “Don’t worry. All he ever told me was that you were the champagne missionary tasked to convert all the fun seekers at the beach resorts. Must be some tough job, huh?”
“Fuck Richard,” Jason Burke muttered under his breath well below Ellebana’s earshot. But then he fervently hoped not.
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