Bad Boy Agents

Party Invitation

“Ready bang, good morning!” that line of messages Shaka received in the afternoon. Looks like David just turned on his phone because it was not active.

“Sore! How are you doing Vid?” Shaka immediately replied to David's message.

“Good bang. Brother how are you? How's Indonesia?”

“Good everything went well. It's just that I need your help,” Shaka is indeed the type who doesn't like to mince words too long.

“Ready! What can I help you with, bang?” This junior is pretty quick. Among his team-mates, Shaka is closest to David. Grateful for the bombing at their residence, Shaka invites David to check the stock of weapons in the basement. So that they can survive even if they have to be buried in ruins for several days. That's what saved them both.

Shaka thought for a moment, how did he ask David for help. He knew this was a pretty tough request.

“I need to find the data of some people in my school. While my spy id is disabled. Can I ask for your help?” Shaka ventured to ask. If you don't try it, how do you know David wants to help him or not.

This time David did not immediately reply, it seemed like he was considering it.

“The unit can now track the search history of its user agent bang,” reply David, indirectly the man rejected Shaka's request.

“Hem, I get it.” Only that was Shaka's reply, he realized that what he did would endanger David. If until David abuses his authority, it is not impossible that the man will be dismissed.

“Sorry yes bang. Maybe brother can come to our intelligent to ask for help,” David tried to give advice.

“Iya, I'll try it.” Shaka was finally pensive, put his cell phone up and supported his head with both hands, then gripped it firmly.

His brain was spinning, looking for a way to get a lot of data. He can indeed go to the national intelligent, but does not guarantee that he can get what he needs. Especially for personal reasons.

“Where is the case development bang? Is there a bright road?” ask David.

Shaka glanced back at his phone and read the message. He picked up the flat object and replied to David's message.

“Not yet, I haven't gotten any leads other than the little things from the scene. Everyone at the school was silent. The school even requires students to deactivate all their social media accounts. No student would dare to talk about my sister's death. Looks like, the school party did want to bury this matter.” Shaka replied quite long.

“What is the reason bang?” David was curious.

“Maybe the good name of the school or school is under pressure,” timpal Shaka while thinking. “No, is there maybe something else they are trying to cover besides keeping the school's good name?” this time Shaka muttered. Suddenly the thought came to his mind.

Armed with that thought, Shaka increasingly eager to do a search in cyberspace about the school. Of the many internet pages that appear, there is only one link that is open about that school. Official link about the school that can not be commented on. Other information about this school, including links to the management structure of the school foundation has been deactivated, following the profile of the teachers. Only this school achievement article is active, to provoke the interest of prospective students who will enter.

For Shaka, this is very strange. A famous school without any gossip after the case of unnatural death in the school, is very strange. Shaka begins to understand that the school seems to cover things up.

Without a second thought, Shaka immediately continued his search. He picked up his jacket and helmet and rushed out of the house. He's headed somewhere he might be able to go. Shaka's motor wheel is speeding towards an office building. He met the security in front and showed his badge.

“I want to meet the head of the unit,” pinta Shaka.

“Ready! Please wait a minute, we must ask permission first,” said the security guard.

Shaka was forced to wait anxiously in a waiting room. A few eyes noticed it. His appearance was indeed not like those in uniform and only wore a leather jacket complete with shoes. But from Shaka's sturdy posture, it makes them very sure that Shaka is part of them.

“Please be here,” an officer let in.

Shaka immediately followed the man's steps towards a room. Inside the room was already waiting for a brown-skinned man with the look of his friendly eyes. His clothes were neat and he wore a suit.

“Welcome Major Shaka!” greet the man and pay his respects. Shaka replied to her with a brief respect and handshake.

“Ya thank you.” A little disappointed because he could not meet directly with the leadership in this agency.

“There can we help?” the man named Dirga behaved in a friendly manner.

“Yes, actually I need help as well as permission to collect information.” Without hesitation Shaka conveyed his point.

“What information does Major Shaka mean?”

“I need information related to this school,” Shaka shows the school article along with the building photo.

“For what purpose, if I may know?”

“Investigation,” Shaka replied steadily.

“Can I see his letter of duty?”

“Nothing. I investigated this personally.” Shaka answered honestly.

The man looked at the article about the school that Shaka was referring to and then exhaled violently. “Sorry, we can't help.” The man replied with regret.

“What do you mean can't help? This school has covered up an important event. The death of his student!” shaka who started to get emotional. He hit the table with his fist.

The man nodded, but did not budge. “Sorry, we still can't help. The incident occurred outside the school and the authorities have said that the incident was not connected to the school.”

“You know?” asked Shaka who looked surprised.

The man nodded. “The school even asks for protection for its students. He did not want any other students to be victims of the motorcycle genk. The motive of the perpetrators is not yet known, they only believe this is a dispute of the student's personal problems."

The explanation of the man was quite shocking as well as disappointing. He wanted to say that the victim was the sister he loved very much. But with that recognition, it will further narrow his pace, especially now he attended the school even with a pseudonym.

"It's good that Major Shaka called the police. Requesting a case back in the open, of course with the permission of the unit supervisor." Dirga gave that advice.

Shaka was silent, not accepting or rejecting the man's suggestion. "Thank you" he said before he left. Again, he left empty-handed and no one could help him. In the end, he had to do an investigation alone. Not without reason, it's just that he can't involve his work unit in his personal matters this time. In a way, this would open up his identity as an international spy agency. That's what Shaka is protecting right now.

Along the way, Shaka rackes his brain looking for a way to find out the complete identity of his friends. He noticed the interaction of students who had just returned home from school and were walking on the sidewalk. They talked to each other with cheerful expressions. Sometimes laugh together.

Occasionally he also saw flashes of lights from other vehicles that made him squint with glare. Wait, suddenly an idea flashed through his mind. Shaka adds to his iron horse RPM, overtaking every vehicle that gets in his way. The journey was so short that he arrived at his home.

The straight-haired man sat for a while on the porch of his house. He typed the message in his group with a small grin. The idea was neatly arranged in his head.

"Gue wants to have a party at my house. Who wants to follow, fill in the following link. Remember, the people I invited were limited, so the hunt for the contents of the registration link before I closed." That was the sound of the message Shaka wrote.

After writing the message, Shaka leaned his body against the back of the chair, staring at the sky that began to lift the twilight in the afternoon. The corner of his lips curled up a smile. He was very confident in this way he could get the data of the students.

Not long ago, Shaka's phone repeated the notification of messages that continuously entered.

"For what reason would Shaka want to have a party? I have a link with Shaka. I must come, we're calling boy!!" the message was written by Indah and followed by other message senders. Shaka smiled happily, he was sure the plan would work. Maybe he had to trap his friends a little to give him a little leak about the conditions at school.

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