Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 8.1: How to Enter Those People

A few hours before it all started. A few blocks not far from Hotel Hastungkara. Two camps, the Red Syndicate and a group of people who have been involved in bribery (BIN members who entered illegally and those involved) prepare themselves respectively. Meanwhile, the leaders each discussed the strategy of the attack in a closed room and only illuminated the light bulb. "How much do you have?" ask the Right Hand that represents the Main Boss after everything has gathered.

"Five for each floor. Don't forget, they're trained..." Mr. Tundo's words were cut quickly.

"You talk too much."

Mr. Tundo shut his mouth tightly. He looked at the main boss' envoy in horror. His face was full of scars. From his hands was clearly heralded horrible tattoos. He was sure, had this Right Hand unlocked his black t-shirt, more tattoos would have been seen. Surely more horrible.

"This is the plan." The Right Hand held a map of the Hastungkara Hotel building.

***

The president has moved several vehicles since he was dropped off at a special airport. Eight loyal bodyguards walked each two on each side. Especially the two bodyguards at the side, they were holding a bulletproof umbrella to sniff out unexpected bullets.

"Have you cleared the way?" ask the President when entering the final pickup car.

One of his guards nodded. "No need, sir. Your arrival is highly confidential."

The president smiled bitterly at the arrogance of his bodyguard. Then, he said, "Then, may you learn a new lesson later."

His guard swallowed.

***

The Right Hand had already explained his plan. The Red Syndicate will focus on the president. Meanwhile, the members of Pak Tundo will clean up the small cockroaches bullies. "As planned, order one of your troops to turn off the alarm and CCTV cameras upon arrival. My men will pass through the back. It all started at nine o'clock."

"Yes, I have someone to rely on to do...."

The Right Hand left the room. "Based on a lot of talk" he murmured.

Very arrogant, inner Mr. Tundo. He's upset, twice talk is always cut. "And there is a long nyerocos" he grumbled.

Three elegant black-and-black cars immediately came out of an inn. The rest were transported in box cars. In order not to be suspected, the box cars came out last alternately with an interval of ten minutes.

"Vishnu?!" Call Mr. Tundo after the car enters the toll road.

Vishnu stopped fiddling with his laptop in the form of a small suitcase. The head turned towards his superior. "Yes, Sir?"

"You can turn off the alarm and CCTV cameras over there?"

Vishnu smiled amusedly. "That's my expertise, sir."

Mr. Tundo smiled. Then, his face turned serious. "Then do that for me. No, for us."

Vishnu nodded steadily. Mr. Tundo gave him a suit that contrasts sharply with the oblong clothes worn by Vishnu. "wear this. Your appearance will be better."

***

The car driven by Mr. ASN entered the hotel yard at eightpm in less than a few minutes. The page was crowded with journalists. This is what the president meant to clean up. He did not want to show his face in public. "See?!" mr. President said to his haughty bodyguard earlier. "A lot of people, right?"

His guard just gawked at the sheer number of reporters out there.

"May this be a lesson to you." The president got out of the car with a smile. Waving hands. The camera flash started to shine a light on the president's face. Lots of questions asked there. "To one question only," said Mr. ASN still smiling widely.

A female reporter in a green jacket immediately broke through. His hand held a recording device. "What is the purpose of Mr. ASN here?" tanyanya. Trying to beat hundreds of other babbles.

President nodded. "Good question. I came here to see the progress of research at this hotel. Still secret. So, when it's done, it'll be published soon." The president blinked his eyes. "Hopefully the results of this study can change the life of this country for the better."

The presidential guard returned to his position. Some of Mr. Tundo's leaders helped marginalize the reporters.

Not far from them, the First Lady gracefully approached her husband. "Welcome, dear," greeted him in a melodious voice. He kissed Mr. ASN's cheek gently. Then, hug him.

"How did you know?!" whispered the President to his wife.

"There are no secrets that are not revealed, dear."

Mr. ASN chuckles. Release the arms of his wife and child. Although I miss both of them. He can't linger. There was a task waiting for him. "Hey, Honey. Come with mom first, yeah. I'm gonna go for a minute."

"Dad, come back soon, huh?" reply to her son with a sweet smile. Then, he hugged his mother's feet.

Mr. ASN smiled. Nodding. "I'll be right back." He waved his hand. His guards returned. "You hear what my wife is talking about?" mr. ASN said after entering the elevator.

Guard's down. "I'm sorry for all my stupidity, sir."

"Good!"

***

Vishnu has changed into the clothes given by Mr. Tundo. A little claustrophobic, but he let it. His right hand held his laptop suitcase. No one suspected him, because almost all of the hotel residents were dressed like that.

Security Office, where the destination is now on the first floor. So, enough for him to walk for a while.

At the door of the office stood two guards who were busy talking about something. Vishnu sighed softly. He has been in confinement for a long time. His muscles need a little stretch. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a bathroom" said Vishnu as decently as possible.

They both stopped laughing. "Oh, over there, Mas," answered one of them, pointing to the hallway on the right.

Vishnu grabbed the hand that was still outstretched. Pull it back. Then, strangle him with his other hand. The other guard who was quite surprised by the attack was about to attack, helping his friend. Unfortunately, a kick knocked him back. Vishnu escapes a knife from the arm of his suit. Plugged it into the nape of the guard he locked.

The knife was covered in blood, Vishnu immediately pulled it out. He switched to the other guard. With a slight force, he turned the knife in his hand. Then,...

"Damn!"

The knife fell. The guard jumped to retrieve it. But Vishnu kicked the knife into his forehead. "Akhs... Shit!" objurgation. Blood dripped from his hands. The knife-twisting force injured him. He was good when he was in school.

"There's a problem, Nu?" ask Mr. Tundo from the earphones on his phone.

"I can handle it" replied Vishnu who has now cleaned up the bodies of two guards. He put it in a sapum closet

"Then, finish it!"

"Understand."

After wiping his wounds, he knocked on the door of the Security Office. Then, just get in.

At least five people in the office were shocked. "Is there anything we can help you with?" knock someone out at the end.

"Oh, no. I think I'm in the wrong room."

"Eh? Isn't there a guard?" said someone again. Suspicious.

Vishnu closed the door. Take out his obsolete revolver. Then, knock the door wide. In his head was clearly recorded the position of the people in the office. Immediately, five bullets lodged in each head without missing a single one.

"Fun too," he muttered with a relieved smile. "I have to work outdoors more often. May the old man let me out of his cage."

Vishnu immediately opened his laptop. Connect it with cables in the office which are mostly CCTV screen monitors. "I've connected," Vishnu said after fiddling with his laptop for a while.

"Directly turn off the alarm and CCTV immediately!" mr. Tundo's orders.

Vishnu fiddled again with his laptop. New windows appear alternately. Finally a note, Turn off the CCTV and Alarm. Yes. Succeeded.