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VI: A Forced Truce

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-04 15:59:23

The earth shuddered again, a low, guttural groan that shook the trees and sent a flock of hornbills screaming into the sky. A second, louder detonation ripped through the air, followed by a shower of debris that rained down on the camp. The thick column of black smoke billowing from the ridge was no longer a distant threat; it was a looming reality, a sign of the violence that had just shattered Leona’s world. Her gut twisted with a mix of fear and an icy, all-consuming rage.

“My God,” Carlos whispered, his face pale as he stared at the dark smoke.

Leona was already moving. “Everyone, to the jeep! We need to check the damage. Now!”

Ngunit mas mabilis si Julian Santiago. He had dropped the cool, detached persona instantly, replaced by the grim focus of a man in crisis.

“Saglit,” he commanded, his voice sharp and authoritative. He barked orders into a small communicator to his own team. “Ramirez, deploy the drones. I want an aerial view of the detonation site. Get a thermal scan for any life forms.” He turned to Leona, his eyes direct and intense. “We’re not going in blind. That’s a controlled demolition. Baka mayroong mga patibong.”

Panandaliang nag-alangan si Leona, her instincts screaming at her to ignore him and rush toward the smoke, but Julian's logic was irrefutable. She had to protect her team. She had to protect the forest. And for the first time, she had to admit, he was thinking with a clarity she couldn’t muster.

“You have five minutes,” she spat, her voice tight with fury. “Then we move.”

Julian nodded curtly, a flicker of something she couldn't name..was it respect? acknowledgment?..in his eyes. His team, a group of quiet, efficient professionals, worked with an unsettling synchronicity. They unfolded a small, bat-like drone that whirred to life and ascended into the canopy. The high-tech machine, a beacon of his world, felt so out of place in her home.

“Hindi sila loggers,” Julian said, watching the drone feed on a small tablet. “Loggers use chainsaws and bulldozers. This requires precise, professional-grade explosives. And judging by the size of the blast, they were trying to expose a very large, very solid target.” He zoomed in on the scan, his brow furrowed. “The detonation was in a perfect half-circle. They’re trying to clear a path, not topple trees.”

Leona knelt on the ground, scooping up a handful of damp soil and letting it fall through her fingers. The smell of burning leaves mixed with the rich scent of the earth. She was losing her home, and the man who was legally bound to her was treating it like a tactical exercise. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit him. But there was no time.

“They’re heading towards my father’s research site,” she said, her voice shaking with a controlled rage. "It's a sacred place. And you brought them here."

Julian looked up from his tablet. “I didn’t bring them. I came to get a plant. This... this is something else entirely.” He showed her the screen. The thermal scan showed no human activity at the blast site, but the drone’s camera had picked up a series of deep, freshly dug trenches. “They’re not using heavy machinery. Look at the precision. It’s too clean. They’re digging for something specific.”

"Paano mo nalaman 'yan?" she challenged, her voice a whisper.

"The soil composition at the dig site is different from the surrounding area. They've found something metallic, something that's reflecting the infrared. They're looking for something that's been buried for a very long time." Julian looked at her, his eyes now conveying a different kind of urgency. "Leona, kung sino man sila, they have their own agenda. They're not just after the plants. They're after something else. Something they're willing to go to war for."

The realization hit her like a physical blow. The logging company she and her family had been fighting was a distraction. The real enemy was a ghost, a professional group with resources that dwarfed even Julian’s. A group that had used explosives in the one place in the forest she had sworn to protect.

"Ano ba talaga ang hinahanap nila?" she asked, her voice cracking. What are they really looking for?

Julian turned to his lead security officer. “Rodrigo, secure the perimeter. We need to move. Dr. Reyes, we need to go to that site. We need to find out what they're doing. Now.”

Leona didn’t argue. The need to protect her father’s legacy was now a raw, burning fire inside her. The contract, the marriage, the hatred—it all became secondary. Her survival depended on Julian Santiago, and his survival depended on her knowledge of the land.

“Fine,” she said, pulling on her boots. “But we follow my trail. The forest knows me. It won’t give up its secrets to you and your expensive toys.”

Julian nodded. “I am counting on it.”

As they moved deeper into the woods, the chaos of the explosions seemed to recede, replaced by the natural, humming rhythm of the jungle. Leona, leading the way with a machete, moved with a grace that Julian found mesmerizing. She was a native to this place, her body and mind in perfect sync with the environment. He, by contrast, felt clunky and out of place, his high-tech equipment feeling like dead weight.

He caught a glimpse of her face, the quiet determination in her eyes, the set of her jaw. She was a different person here. More powerful, more in control. He realized he had misjudged her completely. She wasn’t just an emotional activist; she was a fierce guardian, a force of nature. He, the man of science and logic, was in her world now. He was a variable. And she was about to show him exactly what the jungle could do.

They had been walking for nearly an hour when they came upon the first sign of the enemy. A small, portable drilling rig, abandoned and covered in green tarpaulin. Julian’s team quickly moved to scan it. It was far more advanced than anything he had ever seen in the black market. As he reached out to touch the machine, Leona’s hand shot out and stopped him.

“Huwag,” she said, her voice a sharp whisper. “Don’t touch it. It could be booby-trapped.”

He looked at her, then at the machine, and pulled his hand back. He was a genius in the lab, but here, he was a novice. He needed her. The realization was both humbling and terrifying. For the first time, Julian Santiago, the man who had always been in control, was truly out of his element. He had entered a war he didn’t understand, led by a woman he couldn't control. And he had a feeling that this was only the beginning.

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