Bad Boy Agents

One group effort

“Test DNA and fingerprint check,” Shaka murmured, saying what he wrote. These are the steps he must take to complete the evidence.

The most likely thing to do right now is to examine the DNA of these objects. Especially the nails and some blood tets that dry out on top of a few small leaves. As for the fingerprint examination, he could not do it himself. He must contact the authorities and not necessarily get permission. Shaka made this fingerprint test a last resort.

The next piece of evidence is a photo of a footprint. Shaka uploaded the photo and looked for the type of shoe sole that is commonly used, it turns out this sole is used on the type of boots.

“What genk motor now like to wear boots? Even if these were the footprints of the evacuating party, would it be possible for them to use boots? The size of his feet is also very large,” Shaka murmured when he got an estimate of the size of the shoes used.

The size is larger, unlike the size of an Asian foot. Shaka tried to find the motif of the shoe sole used, not in the ranks of the form of local brand shoe soles. Shaka reread the article on the internet about the soles of shoes that are currently in his car. Of the many types of boots, the soles of the boots that Shaka found were similar to a brand of European military shoes.

“The chances are there are two, these shoes are bought abroad or the culprit is a stranger.” Shaka's thinking began to convulse.

Shaka's appetite suddenly disappeared. He put back the bread he had returned with the jam position outside. He lifted his head, trying to think calmly. There was one thing he could still do right now. Shaka took his phone and contacted someone.

"Good morning Dirga, I'm Shaka. There are a few things I want to ask, can you help me?" Shaka contacted the intelligence agency assistant.

"Good morning Major Shaka. What can I help you with?" The man was sprightly enough to help Shaka.

"May you know which shoe brands work with the units?" Shaka asked straightforwardly.

Dirga did not answer, it seemed that the man was thinking. Shaka waited for him impatiently. "Izin, I have to ask you first. Please time." As the message reply Dirga.

"thank you. Call me as soon as possible." Shaka could sigh in relief. He hoped that Dirga would really help him.

The tring!

A notification of an incoming message distracts Shaka. The man checked it immediately.

“New tasks from geographer. The package book page 126. Collected next monday.” The message was from Rosi, in her group of only three people.

“Waahh thanks Rosi. I couldn't do it at school, baby. What group tasks are personal tasks? By the way tomorrow is off, where are you going? On coming right to my party?” tanya Shaka.

Not long after Gayatri typing, Shaka immediately straightened his body. Wait a while until Gayatri sends her message.

“Duh habits, ticking it a long time.” Shaka grumbled in annoyance while scratching his head in frustration. After a long wait, the typing was gone and no messages were sent.

“Nungguin ya Shaka? Haha... He didn't write a message, he was one of the group. Hahahaha..”  Rosi seemed to understand Shaka's hardness.

“Gosh. What is your intention to type in which group?” again Shaka asked curiously.

“In a group that doesn't have us. Hehehe...” Rosi answered lightly.

“There is no guenya? What group wey?” Shaka was getting curious. And this time Shaka's message was not even replied, neither was it read.

“Goshaa!! Solving Rasya's problems is as strange as facing Aya. Aaarrgghhh!!!” Shaka growled in annoyance to his feet. What should he face it all?

The new group is a geography task group. Gayatri is one group with two new students and Rosi. They are currently gathered in the library to do the work together. David and Alya stare at the puzzled how to communicate with Gayatri. This girl was busy reading books and taking notes without saying anything.

“We make a group yes?” rosi who smiles wide.

“What group?” Alya was confused by herself.

“Group to communicate. So we'll talk about it in the group. Our material shares there so stay in the study. We'll have a conversation there. How?” Rosi explained it simply.

“Okey, I made the group first.” Rosi's hand moved quickly making a new group and adding three of her friends. Gayatri who was moving to look for another book while David and Alya were still staring confused, waiting for a message notification on her phone.

“Well, I added. Now we look for the material first, then we will discuss it together. Okay?” very light Rosi said. David could only nod so much with Alya. Rosi follows Gayatri, looking for materials for assignments.

“This we will discuss how? In this group? Can I use voice mail anyway? Males really tick it.” Alya complained first. Unimagined must type long and make his fingers curly.

“Udah follow first, don't panic. Yuk patient yuk...” David tried to calm his junior down.

Alya just exhaled her annoyed breath. He had been in school for too long, so his feeling of learning was gone. Group work should be this difficult.

“Weeyy, what group weyyy! Why am I not in ajakin?” Shaka was still wondering inside his group.

“New group Shaka, doing geography. You are one group with a trio of pick me. Welcome to gather with the beautiful girls.. hahahaha...” Rosi answered with satisfaction.

“Lo both tega. Why am I not invited?” Shaka started sulking.

“Yes how else, the trio of pick me asked. I equal Aya a same group of two new disciples. So fitting, one group is four people.”

“How am I doing the same? I'm sure you guys are better suited to me.” Shaka half begged.

“LO STILL NOISY I KICK YES!”

"Geez!" Shaka until stunned. Only this time Gayatri replied in the group, it was also with capital letters.

“Gosh, you have aye Aya. If I'm in kick, then I can japri you right?” Shaka turns his file into a threat.

Gayatri did not reply. “Diam means yes. Try my kick now. The chunky! I'm looking forward to the kick from group!” Shaka defiantly. At his place he chuckles waiting for Gayatri's response.

“Ish Shaka is very rowdy anyway, fit into a bunch of the same pick me.” Rosi is chiming.

“Gosh, type lo. I have to pick up pink?” reply Shaka.

“COBAIN AJA!” Gayatri replied coldly.

“Please turn off your capslock miss,” timpal Shaka.

“Hahahaha. Yes, we are a group again. Just say the same to his geography teacher. If ngizinin, we just change the group,” Rosi's advice.

After Rosi sends the message, he gets a death glance from Gayatri.

“Hehehehe... don't be angry Aya, I just want to laugh every day to see your behavior,” persuaded Rosi while leaning her head lightly on Gayatri's arm.

Gayatri does not chim. He refocused on the books he read and put his phone in his pocket.

“Okey, I'll contact his Geography teacher. Share my contacts,” pinta Shaka bravely.

“Gosh, Shaka really wants to ask permission from Ima. How did he ask his permission? Where is so fierce again,” said Rosi while staring at the screen of her phone and sending her geography teacher contact to Shaka.

Gayatri did not chim in, only to be surprised that Shaka actually asked for a group change for his teacher.

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