Bad Boy Agents

Bad Boy Agents
Creating a Strategy 2



Shaka nodded for sure. “That's what got me suspended. At first I also did not understand why getting into the archive room could be a serious offense and make me get suspended. But now I understand. The school concealed the identities of Rasya, Lo and Dion. I have not yet mastiin the identity of God and other children genk lo, but from there it appears that the school again hides something.”


“Is it possible that the school is also involved in this issue?”


“Gue dare not assume. But we should find out, considering that Dion is the biggest contributor of funds in this school and the most influential person. There is no harm in knowing, right?”


Gayatri nodded in agreement. “So where should we start? I feel our peer is too much Shaka.” Gayatri begins to look pessimistic, not imagining at all how she unravels all these tangled red threads.


“Which we should find out first, why the perpetrator ngincer Rasya? What secrets does Rasya keep from you? If he gets scared to see that person, doesn't that mean Rasya has been squirming at that person before? Did Rasya ever tell you something like lo?”


Gayatri seemed to think deeply, she tried to remember every moment of her importance with Rasya. “He never told me the same strange thing. Only, there is one thing that he has forbidden to me, until he was angry,” said Gayatri suddenly.


“What?” Shaka turned his body to face Gayatri.


“When I came home from Bromo with Rasya, suddenly he was angry with me because I uploaded my vacation photo with Rasya on my ig account. He did not say what the ales, which he clearly told me to delete all the photos.” only that memory that crossed Gayatri's mind at this time. He remembers exactly how angry Rasya was at the time because Gayatri uploaded photos of their holiday without permission.


“Can I see the photo?” Shaka was getting curious.


Gayatri immediately pulled out her phone. The photos are neatly tucked away in his gallery. There are about four photos that Gayatri showed Shaka.


The phone has now moved to Shaka. There is one photo while they were on the teletubis hill of Bromo with its green pastures, the photo while in the crater of Bromo, the one and last taxation area in front of their camp.


Shaka noticed one by one the photo, whether the mystery of what is in this photo so Rasya forbid Gayatri from uploading it. Though these photos are very beautiful and Rasya smiled beautifully in the photo.


“Content four of these photos?” ask Shaka to convince.


“Iya, at that time I uploaded this photo together in one feed, and Rasya asked me to delete the post. Don't upload these photos. I don't know why, the feeling is nothing strange, but he snapped me because I nanya alesannya.”Gayatri still remembered exactly how angry Rasya was back then. The man who always looked calm until he raised his voice at Gayatri.


Shaka also felt strange because he had never heard his sister angry let alone yell at him. He is not a Rasha.


“What's because of this photo backlight huh? But due to trivial problems doang?” gayatri asked in the photo taken in front of the camp.


“I think the picture is still good. Even though the back light but the scenery can still be nik-ma-ti,” Shaka's voice changes slowly and falters as he looks at the photo in more detail.


He zoomed in on the photo to see it more clearly. Something is wrong with this photo. This photo is indeed back light, but there is light that bounces on the camera not from sunlight. Blindingly and when zoomed in, “Akh shit!” shaka Dengus.


“Why?” Gayatri was shocked.


Shaka did not immediately answer, he opened his tab and saw a picture of the pendants belonging to the drug dealers he arrested. Shaka's pair of eyes compared the two images and there was one thing in common, a red dot and a white sheen embellished in the photo, not part of the sunlight, but the reflection of the necklace that was accidentally photographed.


“That's the guy huh Shaka?” asked Gayatri who rounded her hand.


“Iya, the problem is in these three people who took pictures, especially those who wore this necklace,” Shaka said confidently.


Shaka immediately sent the photo to his tablet, then changed the color contrast of the photo. The longer the more visible the three figures of people who are under the trees. One person who stood in the middle, his figure was not much different from what the cassava farmer told him.


Gayatri's eyes were rounded when she saw people dressed in black and wearing hats. The titanium necklace was also coiled around his neck. Two others were shaking hands. Like making a deal.


“Lo pass by suspicious people not time to Bromo?” shaka asked full of search. He is still trying to change the contrast of the photo to make it look more clear.


“Ngak. There are a lot of people I meet, but fellow climbers. Do not see the neat kayak gini, except time in the place of perisirahatan, it was before I same Rasya rose.” Gayatri tries to remember what happened in Bromo.


Shaka still thought deeply, is it possible just because of this photo that those people are still eyeing Rasya?


“Does anyone know about Rasya to Bromo?” Shaka wants to make sure.


“Emm, most kids genk motor I doang.”


“Dion tau?”


“Tau. People used to want to come, but it was forbidden to be the same.” Gayatri replied, which coincided with the cessation of Shaka's search when she saw the circular watch in the hands of one of the three men.


Shaka did a screenshot on the photo to find out about the watch. The oval-faced man was silent for a while, trying to remember who the person who had once worn a watch with this shape was.


“Why?” ask the confused Gayatri.


“Lo have a photo of Dion?” ask Shaka later.


“There, on his company's medsos account.” Gayatri immediately did a search and the account he got. “This,” gave her flat object to Shaka.


Shaka immediately checked, there were many photos there, but the picture of his father Dion was not much. The man was once one of the models in a business magazine and that was enough to make Shaka believe something.


“Oh, I got this!” said the man.


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