Chapter 3 the man in Manila

After finally getting my leg to work, I went to the nearest travel agency and bought a plane ticket to Manila. I needed some help to nail Roy and Tyler was the only friend I could trust. He owned a mini-bar/café about ten miles from the city near Bruno City. I took a cab from the airport to Tyler's café. I got out and removed my sunglasses carrying my backpack. I entered through the door and looked around.

"Hi," I greeted.

"Hello there," he replied. "How can I help you sir?"

"Okay if I sit at the bar?" I asked.

"Sure, no problem dude," he replied and smiled. "Would you like some tea?"

"Sure," I said.

I pulled up a stool and sat down. He signaled his waiter to come over. I couldn't understand a word he said since he didn't speak English.

"Would you like sugar in your tea?" the waiter asked.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"He's asking if you want sugar in the tea," the guy translated.

"Uh sure, thanks," I said.

"What brings you to Manila?" the guy asked.

"I'm looking for a friend," I replied.

"There are a lot of people that could be your friends here in this city pal. Got a name for this friend of yours," he questioned.

"Tyler Rose," I replied.

He dropped the tea cup and saucer in the sink. The guy looked at me.

"What do you need from Tyler?" he asked.

"I need some Japanese steel," I replied. "I'm on a personal vendetta."

"Must be a big vendetta if you're that upset," Tyler added.

"It's a huge vendetta," I replied and grinned.

He led me up the stairs to his library room. I looked to see a collection of Japanese swords near the wall. All of them gleamed the room with each sword in different colors and styles. I walked over to the sword rack. I saw the blue one and was about to pick it up.

"No, take the one on the very bottom," Tyler suggested.

I took it off the rack and pulled out the sword from the holster. It was green holster. I looked at the sword and couldn't believe it. It was smooth and unique.

"I hope your skills aren't rusty," he said and threw a coconut at me.

I reacted and sliced it in half with the sword. The coconut was now in two pieces on the floor.

"I want one of these swords," I said holding it.

"I don't make swords anymore. I'm out of the business," Tyler said.

"I said make me a sword not sell me a sword," I added.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because the guy I'm after happens to be a former business partner of yours," I said.

"Who is it?" he asked me.

"Roy," I replied.

I wrote his name on a piece of paper and showed it to him.

"I'll make the sword for you. It might take a few weeks for you to learn how to use it," Tyler said. "You can stay here."

"Thanks," I replied and put my bag down on the floor.

I went towards the window and looked outside. All I could see is the sunset and many houses built around near the bridge. I sat down on the cot.

"Cindy, I promise I'll get the guys who did this to us," I said to myself holding the wedding ring. "I miss you so much babe. I wish I could be with you."

A week has passed and Tyler had made the sword as he promised. He also made a great dish of fried rice and pork BBQ. The tea also got a little better. He also left a piece of advice for me.

"Revenge is never a straight line. It goes into curves and over hills through forests and clouds. Sometimes it can be like a football game. The quarterback only throws the ball to an open receiver on the last play of the game. He only misses if the ball is thrown beyond the receiver's reach. I wish you luck on your journey."

I flew back to the city of Juneau. It was time for a little payback.