A Million Stories

Jas alma mater part 1 (Thriller Story)

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Rendy sat behind the desk. He was immersed in his own thoughts. Several times he sighed, looked up, and spread his hair that was not long. His eyes looked at the ceiling of his apartment room.

Then he stood up, walking downstream in the room. For a moment he stopped. Take a cigarette and start it. He opened the window of the room, leaning against the side wall of the window. His eyes glared far into the city center through the urban lights.

A car stopped just below the window of his 3-story room. Several people in black hats and jackets got out of the car, one by one they entered the apartment through a side door.

Rendy frowned. A second later he slid towards the workbench, taking out some sheets of paper and a flash from the desk drawer. Then ran towards the door.

For a moment he stopped, put on a good hearing. Feeling safe, he opened the door to the apartment room and ran to the emergency stairs. As quickly as lightning he descended the stairs from the 3rd floor to the ground floor.

Just half the way Rendy came down the stairs, there was a soft swish sound.

“ZEP!!” A bullet almost hit his body.

Rendy saw someone wearing a black jacket and black hat and glasses was directing a gun equipped with silencers pointed at him. The second and third shots in a row lead to Rendy.

While looking down and sticking to the wall, Rendy immediately pulled the gun from behind her coat. He then returned the man in the black hat with a shot. He'll lure the man in the hat to spend the bullet.

Several consecutive shots towards Rendy. Once, Rendy replied twice. Slowly Rendy down the stairs, followed by the man in the hat while continuing to shoot Rendy.

They finally met on the 2nd floor. At once, gunshots were spewed from the gun of the man in the hat. Rendy retaliates once and takes cover.

“Click .. click.. click .. click ..”

Rendy hears a gun being fired but has run out of bullets, soon Rendy shows up and shoots the man. The bullet went right through the man's head. Without waiting for the man to fall, Rendy immediately ran down the stairs through the man's body towards the ground floor.

Arriving at the exit of the emergency stairs, Rendy peeked through the small windowpanes on the door. Safe. He came out of the emergency staircase running towards the front door. His eyes quickly and meticulously read every movement and corner of the room.

Arriving outside the apartment door, Rendy ran towards the car she parked in front. Before long Rendy had been in the car and immediately gasp towards the highway. He heard several shots, in an instant the rear glass of the car broke followed by the rear lights of the car.

Rendy doesn't care about it. He continued to drive the car and got further away from the city. The longer, the fewer lights on the left right side of the road. Rendy occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, making sure no one followed her.

He had already entered the outskirts of the next City. He started to lower the speed of the car. Only 20 KM/h. He turned left as the road reached the junction. About 5 KM from the T-junction, he stopped the car in front of a house next to the warehouse.

On the porch of the house there was someone sitting while lighting a cigarette. Smoke billowed around the terrace of the house. An empty canned drink lay on the table, illustrating that the contents of the can had been exhausted.

The man throws a key at Rendy after Rendy gets out of the car and starts riding on the porch. Rendy catches the key with her left hand. Without saying a word, Rendy passed by leaving the person behind.

Rendy opened the warehouse door, then put her car inside. This warehouse is more like an old car repair shop. Several tools and service equipment are everywhere. In addition to Rendy's car, there are 2 other cars parked in the warehouse. A black sedan in a state of disrepair, one more car is a silver Avanza car in good condition.

Rendy walks to Avanza's car. He opened the car door and sat behind the wheel. A key is already attached to the contact. Rendy starts to start the car and checks the dashboard. Not waiting for long, Rendy started taking the car out of the warehouse.

The car is outside, the warehouse is also locked. Rendy walked towards the house on the side of the warehouse. He climbed the porch and entered the house.

Rendy entered the hallway. There are shelves containing various types of pistols and short-barrel rifles. It stopped in a box. Open the box that contains the bullet. He took a few bullet boxes.

Rendy then exited the hallway and headed for the exit. Unaccompanied by a man on the terrace, Rendy passed by the car and took the car away from the house and the warehouse.

Arriving at the junction, he turned to the right, heading back towards the city. There is an important task, a mission that he must complete. Even though he was shot by no one. They seem professional.

Still halfway through, Rendy looked back through the car's rearview mirror, a reddish-yellow light so bright with a puff of black smoke soaring. Not how long the explosion took several times.

Rendy's forehead creased, as soon as she slammed the steering wheel to the left of the road and stopped. He got out of the car and saw the bright light and smoke. Rendy was sure it was fire smoke. The location was clear from the house and the warehouse earlier.

One of “Home Brother” has been known by the enemy. “Home Brother” is a designation for the point of storage, repair, exchange of equipment and equipment for all state intelligence agency agents. Each agent has their own password. Each case and assignment has its own password. And it's only 3 people know, the Head of BIN, the agent on duty, as well as the keeper of “Home Brother”.

Underground every “Home Brother” has installed a bomb that at any time can be activated by the guard in case something goes out of control.

In the Greater Surabaya Region there is only 1 “Home Brother”. Now there is no place for Rendy to replace or add ammunition. This is when the best skills of an agent are needed. Everything is done by itself. That's the security protocol for State Intelligence Agency agents.

Rendy stomped on the gas loudly, the roaring car darting towards the city. He did not know the enemy was following him. He tried to remove the trace. But the enemy is still known.

The car drove fast. He was still heading towards the middle of the city because there was still a task that he had to complete.

His mind was full of events. Pieces of clues passed around in his brain. Like a puzzle that has not been assembled, it tries to string together each of the instructions.

At one point he focused on a clue. A photo he saw in a famous accounting firm. He believes the person has something to do with the entire case he is currently dealing with.

Rendy actually got the task of just dealing with a case of gratification for the purchase of government-owned corporate aircraft. But on his way he found many irregularities from each event. His instincts say that the cases he investigates are pieces of many big cases dragging names across the capital.

Time shows at 3am. He has entered the city. The speed of the car has been lowered. The sleepiness starts to attack. He's been sleeping less for a few days. All clues and events that cross the mind, begin to be removed first. He began to look for a safe place for a moment to rest his eyes.

Since then his eyes repeatedly glanced at the rearview mirror to make sure there was no suspicious car movement behind him. Slowly the car was running on the left side of the road. While occasionally paying attention to the rearview mirror.

An idea popped into his head. He began to step the gas back. A car drove fast on the straight, deserted city streets. Not long at the intersection, the car turns right, then the next intersection turns left.

That one-way street was heading west, the car kept on going. In front of the building is seen terraced ranging from hotels to offices. Suddenly Rendy swerved into the courtyard of a 19-story hotel building.

After picking up a parking ticket, he drove the car towards the parking area. Each floor has a parking area for cars. Rendy was looking for an empty parking space. He continued to drive his car up, floor by floor he passed through. I have not found an empty parking space. The 1st to 10th floors were all full.

Just on the 11th floor he found an empty location. But he did not immediately park his car, he continued to drive towards the 12th floor. Arriving at the 12th floor, he found no place empty. “Good, 11th floor fitting location.” Her thought. The car went back down to the 11th floor.

Not long ago Rendy had parked her car. Then open a little second window of the front door. Rendy shut off the car engine. The key to the car contact he took and put in his pants pocket. He moved to the middle seat of the car. Then sleep there.

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