Blackpoem/Black Poetry

Rooting at the Station

Frans turned around and walked out. Look at everyone around here. There are a lot of reporters here. And people seem busy. His attention was on a man who was being interviewed by another inspector. Frans approaching.

"He's a witness?" frans asked the inspector.

"Yes," replied the Inspector.

Frans looked at the witness. "I want to hear your testimony" he asked.

"Hah I told him earlier, you can hear from your police friend. I really want to go home now" the witness complained with a heavy sigh.

"You won't be able to get home soon. Tell me again quickly," said Frans firmly. Without firmly beginning, Frans' face was actually also firm. The inspector smiled, then patted Frans on the shoulder and stroked away. Frans had to investigate the witness. He could not just hear from other Inspectors, because the report he got was later for the INU team's investigation which was only special on the Black Poetry issue.

"I was sitting near him. He was drinking coffee quietly. And then suddenly die. That's all I've seen. Let it be clear why don't you just look at the CCTV?" obviously the Witness.

"Without you telling us to do it. We need more detailed information." Frans pulled out a small notebook from his pocket. A notebook he always carries with him everywhere. He began to record.

"Before his death was there anything you saw of him other than he had coffee?" asked Frans again with a moment's glance.

"There was a masked girl approaching him and giving him a letter, they talked for a while .. I don't know what they were talking about."

"Masked girl" thought Frans. He asked again. "Do you remember his features?"

"Hair was straight, dressed in blue jeans and wearing a grey sweater" he said. Frans remembered the masked girl who appeared in the stories of previous cases. But all he knew was that his hair was long. Not that hair can be cut.

"You remember the other features?"

"What yes. That's all I remember."

"Yes already."

"So I can go home now?"

"We ask for your address first and your ID. You'll need us again."

"Ah troublesome," complained the witness again, but he told her the address and gave her the ID. Frans gave a police letter, as a guarantee of KTP.

"You can go now." And the witness left. Frans looked around again. Then in the surrounding skyscrapers are magnificent and have a lot of glass.

Two masked policemen came nearby. One is tall and the other is short. Both of them immediately cast a sharp look at Frans.

"Why you?" frans was surprised that the two were silent. He looked at his police clothes. The rank of inspector, but if noticed both are still very young. Something is clearly wrong. Don't-don't you? Frans was on alert.

"We want to tell you something Inspector Frans," said the skinny, tall policeman, or rather the rowdy cop, or both of them could be criminals.

"Say?" frans said calmly, but his hands were wasted to take the gun from his belt.

"We were both sent by Mr. AJ. To help you conduct an investigation, "he said.

"AJ sent people again?"

"true."

"In the meantime, I need to make sure." Frans tries to contact AJ through an earpiece. But not connected. Why this, he thought. Usually always connected.

"How's it?" ask the other police.

"I don't know yet. Not connected to AJ."

"Trust me, we're AJ's right hand too."

Frans looked at both. "Yes already. You guys just came or have you been since?" Frans tried to dispel suspicion, though he was still trying to be vigilant.

"Already from earlier. We're looking for evidence in the back. And through CCTV."

"Hows it? Got something." asked Frans.

"It has. Let's just talk in the car." The two masked policemen turned around.

"Car?"

"Yes. You don't have to do any more research. We have a lot of evidence. Now just pursue the criminal," said the short.

Frans was again faced with doubts about them. Frans came too. He is not afraid, even if the two are criminals, he wants to know how far they are acting. The three headed to a black sedan parked not far from there. Then enter with Frans sitting in the back seat alone. Car drove.

No one's talking. Frans was still watching the two vigilantly.

"Where are we going?" ask Frans later. One of the policemen who was not driving or the tall one turned to look at him.

"Gambir Station. We suspect the mail girl was moving to the station." He turned again.

"How do you know the letter girl. Ah you see CCTV yes," said Frans his hand was holding the handle of the gun.

"really. We suspect he's there. Just a real guess."

Frans tries to contact AJ again, but still can't. And the ride in that car passed was filled with tension.

"Is there still a train going?" ask Frans. He watched the train tracks that were illuminated by the dim light from the pole lights.

"There is nothing like it" the short replied. He stopped, his friend stopped and Frans stopped. The atmosphere of silence and dimang mastered.

The wind blew, but it was not cold at all. Eve was hot here, and this tension made Frans sweat.

"What are you looking for?" ask Frans.

"Certainly looking for that masked girl." The short-spinned noticed the entire area.

"Why can you be sure he's here?" ask Frans again.

"Because he told us to come here." the Short then took off the mask and showed his smirk. His friend grabs the gun and points it at Frans.

The dorrr!!

The policeman who was about to shoot earlier or the tall one fell to the ground. Frans preceded him to shoot.

"You think I'm an indiscriminate cop" Frans said with a smile as he pointed his gun at the short. The police started to look panicked.

"Who are you?" ask Frans. "Jawablah or you I shoot." he threatened later.

With anxiety and fear the Short slowly retreated. "I-I was just told, to-please don't shoot me."

From the direction of the locker came out the station officers who seemed surprised by the sound of gunfire earlier. Frans watched them for a moment. "Who told you to?" Ask Frans later.

"Masked girl."

"Who is he?"

"I don't know who he is."

"Don't lie!"

"I-I really don't know. I'm just paid for it."

Dorr!!

There was another explosion. But this time not from the gun Hengs, but from another gun that hit the Short was to death and lying not far from his partner earlier.

Frans was a little surprised. Who shot, he thought. He turned to look for the shooter. The station attendants looked on in increasing shock, some turning straight inside.

Frans' eyes widened when he saw a masked girl stepping towards him with one hand holding a gun. And his clothes, exactly the same as the witness mentioned in the cafe. Blue jeans and grey sweater.

Frans pointed a gun at him. "Stop!" tell it. But the girl didn't care. He stepped like a man who had no business with anything, as if no matter what the bullet was threatening him. Frans warns her once more, but the girl still doesn't care. He even threatened:

"I carry a bomb in my body. Dare to shoot me then this whole station will be destroyed and the lives of the passengers on the train that will soon arrive can also die." The girl pointed a gun at Frans. Frans started hesitating to shoot. He was worried whether the girl's words should he believe it or not. The girl shot and hit Frans' right hand until the gun she was holding dropped.

"Sit!" Frans endured the pain on his hand. Fresh blood is slowly flowing. The girl drew closer, her light footsteps sounding terrifying in silence. The air suddenly exhaled his shoulder-length straight hair, and his brownish eyes could already be clearly seen by now.

"Don't try to take that gun or you I'll shoot." Threaten the girl to get closer. And finally he came in front.

"Who are you really?" frans asked calmly as he looked at the masked girl's face deeply. His hands were shaking now due to the pain and heat.

"I killed your partner Aditia and that person .. ah I forgot her name."

"Yes!"

"True Hengs, and now I'm going to kill you."

"For what?"

"Because you've been trying to get in our way."

Frans squinted and he kicked. Right hit the girl's hand until the gun she was holding came off. Frans once again kicked and hit his stomach. The girl fell.

Frans approached to hold her back, but the girl quickly got up, even pulled out a knife from her jacket and immediately tried to attack Frans. Thankfully Frans was quick to avoid.

"Haha it seems you're scared now" Frans said. Unanswered, the girl seemed to glance towards her falling gun.

Frans immediately jumped up to the gun and grabbed it and quickly shot at the girl's leg and hit her. The girl fell.

Frans approached her with caution.

"I told you I had a bomb with me" said the girl, apparently enduring the pain.

"I don't care. Even I wish you'd blow it up, because then the crime of this black poem ends. And how else might I believe that soon there's a train coming. The last train arrived at 10 o'clock earlier.you think I don't know the train schedule here."

"Fuck up!" The girl shouted while jumping trying to stab Frans.

TBC_