Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 8.2: It Was A Moment Ago

The Right Hand and his troops who had prepared from earlier immediately slipped into the backyard of the hotel after getting a warning from Mr. Tundo.

There were several guards in that section, but they were easily knocked out by the Right Hand's men. Similarly, when breaking through the back door. That part was straight clean of the bullies. Even the guards there did not have time to look at who had entered.

"The tundo?! Your army ready?" ask the Right Hand after throwing his ass in the back door aisle seat. Some of his men wiped their weapons.

"After that, you're done?" he asked back, while emphasizing the word 'you' because Mr. Tundo did not have anything more precise than that.

"Then, work on stage one. We'll take care at the party."

"Alright," replied Mr. Tundo, then he changed his radio frequency connecting to all his troops. "Everything ready. We're going to do stage one. Vishnu? Turn off the lights."

"Understand." Vishnu fiddled with his laptop for a while. Then, on the screen it says 'all power off?'. Yep. All the electricity in the hotel went out.

***

Mr. President with his guardian to the 135th floor. The leakster said they would meet in room 135T1. Yes, the leakster has sent through a special encrypted email. The letter is also a code. Only a few people gave the code. The president is one of them.

"Through here, Mr. President" said a waiter pointing to the direction of the party.

President shakes. "Oh, sure. But, I have to go to my room first," he replied lying.

"May I drop off?"

"My bodyguards are enough," he replied smiling. "Thank you for the offer."

The guard was deep.

Room 135T1 locked tight. The guard knocked on the door with a certain rhythm repeatedly. Until finally, the person inside was open. Inside were two young men in their 26s. Wearing a neat suit. His steady smile when inviting Pak ASN in with his guards showed youthful vigor. "Oh, come, sir. Please come in," take one of the young men.

The president entered with passion. May this be the last time, her heart. He was directed to sit on an antique old wooden chair with beautiful ornamental carvings. The president stroked the two fringes of the chair before finally laying his butt.

Meanwhile, his bodyguards sat on a sofa that was displayed to the right of the president's left. The two men sat down at the president's office.

"Sir, I hope that what I'm doing is beneficial to all of us" began a young man.

"Wait?! Introduce your names first," the president said.

Both smiling. "I'm Wira and my friend is Damar."

"Oh, well, Son of Wira and Nak of Damar?!" reiterate the president, while emphasizing the votes in both their names.

"I've known for a long time about this bribe sir."

The president moved his seat. Listen carefully.

"There is a small organization inside the BIN, deep under the floor. They charge people who fail to enter BIN with a certain amount of payment. Worse, many of the secret agents who were served through the line really did not have any talent in their field. So many missions given failed miserably until the casualties of civilians. All this depravity is covered up by this little organization, sir."

"You have proof?"

Both nod. Damar picked up a suitcase made of leather. Put it on the table. "This is proof, sir. I'm the one who hacked," Wira said steadily.

Just as the president was about to pick it up, Damar pulled the suitcase away. The president's face showed a confused expression. "Why?" tanyakanya.

Damar and Wira looked at each other. Then, nod. "Actually our names are there, too, sir. We want to be released from punishment."

The president smiled. He had been expecting it. "Of course, you're the leaksters. You're free from punishment."

Damar and Wira smiled proudly. This is betrayal. Damar handed the suitcase to the president.

The president took out the contents of the suitcase, and found a black flash. He checked it through his cell phone. Connecting the two through OTG (On The Go). After seeing the contents, he nodded. "Okay, this is what I accept. You will also be released from your punishment and duty."

The hero nodded with satisfaction. But, Damar was surprised, "Free from duty?" fierce repeat.

Hero elbowed his friend. "What the fuck, anyway? That know enough?" the whisper is no less fierce.

The president frowned. "Didn't you say that each of your missions failed completely, even killing many civilians. It can't be left."

"Mar's? Didn't we talk about this?" he said he was frustrated by the attitude of his friend.

"We're not talking about a stoppage of duty" he jolted fiercely. "Wir? You know this was our dream long ago. I don't want to just let go."

Wira ruffled her hair, upset. "Why would we be secret agents if we could only foil the plan and hurt the innocent?"

The guards tried to stand up from his chair. Trying to break up both fights. However, Damar immediately pressed the trigger of his bomb to anticipate their horror. Immediately, the bombs placed on the guards' seats exploded. The bomb has a small explosive. Thus, only the president, Damar, and Wira were not affected. Meanwhile, the body of the bodyguards separated between his legs and body. Die.

"You Crazy?!" bentak Wira annoyed.

"No," refused Damar. "Look, no one can take away my dreams."

Then he turned to a bookcase. Taking out a false tooth aka his mini microphone. Wearing it.

"What do you want, Mar?" he asked, surprised by what his friend was doing.

"Sir Tundo?" Damar started contacting his boss. At that moment, Wira hit Damar's body.

Bruk!

His body hit the bookshelf. Some godly books. Open on page at random. "Don't, Mar!"

Damar groaned, his body locked on the bookshelf like that. But, his hand managed to escape his gun. Then, by pulling the trigger slowly.

Dor's!

The body of the Hero slackened the lock of Damar. Slump down. "I can't believe it's you, Mar." The hero said stifled. His hand held onto his stomach which was shot.

"Just calm. Because we're friends, I don't shoot the vital parts. You're just gonna die of blood loss" she replied cynically. Damar turned to approach the president who was still attached to his seat. Yeah, it's not an ordinary antique wooden chair. There is a key system when a sitting person makes quick movements. The president was trapped when he ran away.

"Well, Mr. ASN. If you still want to live. Better follow my request," said Damar sharp. His hand pointed a gun at Mr. ASN's head.

"I'd rather die than defend the wrong!" Mr. ASN replied annoyed. He thrashed a few times out of that damn chair. Unfortunately, the lock of the chair made him not wart.

"Stop this shit, Mar?!" wira yelled annoyed as she slowly pushed the gun away.

"Shut up, you're Wir. You're not my soul anymore now," said Wira sharply. Then, he went back to his microphone. "As you heard Mr. Tundo. Presdien is with me here. He's in the room..."

Blub!

A bullet stuck in Damar's neck.

The hero is still gasping in his place. His one hand brandished a gun that had just launched an anesthetic bullet. One more hand pressed against his shot stomach. "Damn it, you're Mar," she said in relief.

With a defeat, he stood up. Take alcohol from the refrigerator. Put it in its wounded place. Then, his finger slowly reached into his wound. Instantly his eyes narrowed in pain. His jaw hardened, enduring the pain. Only, after the bullet was plucked, did his face relax. He threw the bullet away just like that. Throw the alcohol again.

He pulled out his gun. Switching to snap mode. Put sewing thread in the bullet.

Jut! Jut! Jut!

Three shots in his stomach. Without an anesthetic made him squeal repeatedly stifled. But now the wound has closed.

"I'm sorry about that, sir," he said at last after being able to stand up and wash his hands. Which makes the sink red by his dairah.

The president is still horrified to see Wira who sewed his wounds without anesthesia. "You all right, son?"

The woman takes several medications at once. Blood-boosting and pain-relieving medications. Afterwards, he answered the president's question, "For now, no."

The president still has pain.

The hero immediately removed the key from the chair. "We need to leave immediately, sir. I'm sure they'll be here soon."

"They?"

"I'll tell you along the way."