Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 10: Trust

The hero doesn't want to use his secret tool anymore actually. But, for the sake of monitoring the other conversation, he put on his earphones and microphone. He activates to the same frequency on his earphones. Meanwhile, his microphon was deliberately not activated. Don't forget the suitcase containing the secret file he took as well.

"Sorry, Sir. Let me first," Wira said still polite when Mr. President was about to get out the door. He cautiously opened the door. Safe. His head turned, then nodded. Calling Mr. ASN to come out.

The president looked at the corpses of his guards who were strewn grimly. "Thank you for taking care of me so far," he murmured deeply. He turned around, silent.

"Come, Sir!" said Wira riled, her tone slightly snapped.

The president took Damar's gun, whose owner is asleep on drugs at the moment. He's unloaded his safety mode. Pointing it to the Hero. "How can I trust you?"

"Huh?" The president is confused by the president's words. But, he understands. This president is very careful. He only trusts the trusted among the trusted.

"Your friend just eradicated my bodyguard. How can I trust you?" Mr. ASN did not shift a single inch of his shot.

"Don't you see our debate? Then, I also crippled my friend."

Mr. ASN thought for a moment. Overlooked his decision. "What if this is all just a trap. You and him!" Point it at Wira, then Damar. "You guys conspired to kill me, didn't you?"

The hallway began to rumble by the pounding of quite a number of footsteps. The hero sees the hallway. From the end of his eyes caught the people who were not from his squad moving closer. The hero opened fire.

Dor's! Dor's! Dor's!

Got two. One misses through the wall. The surprised ASN man heard the explosion of Wira's gun lowered his head to the doorway. "Who are they?" tanyakanya.

The hero who was busy exchanging fire with them did not reply. His hand immediately grabbed the president's hand. "Run, Sir! Run."

This is the first time for ASN to run with a hail of bullets. Very different than usual. The camera flash rain was common, but the bullet rain was completely new to him.

The hero shot at the lamp that illuminated the place. To reduce the visibility of his enemy. "Here, Sir!" he tried to be polite, but failed. Which sounds like a snapshot. His hand dragged Mr. ASN back. Push it forward. Let him go first. "At the front crossroad, we turn right. There will be an elevator after that. We can run away with it!" The hero gave a briefing. His eyes gidded back like the eyes of a dog that saw a criminal settle.

The bullet rain finally stopped when the two of them managed to enter the elevator and the elevator door closed after Wira pressed the number one button repeatedly. Their breaths hunted each other. "Are you okay, sir?"

Mr. ASN's hand was holding on to the elevator wall. Head lowered. The breath is severe. But, he shook his head as the answer.

"Good then," said Wira sitting on the elevator floor. Put his back there. He checked the bullet. Stay three. Shit, mind. He needs a lot of bullets in a minute. His eyes glanced at the gun still in the president's hands.

"Where are we going?" ask ASN sir before Wira says. His breathing is a bit dull. He degraded his body beside the Hero.

"Floor one, I'll take you away from here." The hero pointed at the number one button that was flashing repeatedly.

"No! We have to get to the 192nd floor. My wife and son are there." Mr. ASN tiptoed from his seat, jumping into the elevator button ranks. But, before his hand pressed the number 192, his hand was drawn.

"Can't, sir!" wira said firmly. "Safety is more important."

ASN sir brushed off the hand of Wira. Glared at him. "You don't think my family's safety matters that much?!" His fingers pointed above where his family was. "You don't deserve to be appointed as a field agent!"

Hero. Yeah, he really doesn't deserve to be a field agent like this.

***

Fadil again closed the door after confirming the state of the outside. The guards were still waiting at the next door. "OK," he said hinting at Nina to get closer. "We'll run right on the count of three. Remember to run non-stop before entering the elevator. Understood?"

Nina nodded. Since the incident on the balcony some time ago, he decided to trust Fadil. So, from now on she will obey all the words of her future husband.

"Good!" Fadil gripping strong door knob. Prepare to open it. "One,..."

"...,twos..."

"...,three!"

The door is wide open. Nina who had already taken the start on the second count immediately ran as hard as she could. Fadil followed immediately. Of course behind them, the new guards realized their folly of waiting for the ridiculous thing to catch up immediately.

The two breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors managed to close. "We're going straight to the 1st floor?"

"No, we go to the 180th floor. I want to heal my hand first" said Fadil, his left hand holding his now numb right shoulder. "Don't I just say we should get my phone first."

Nina grin. Then, nod. Pressing the number 180.

***

Right after getting word from Mr. Tundo about the president's whereabouts, the Right Hand divided his army into three. He and five more people will go after the president. Three men were charged with killing the president's family. The rest were taking care of the bombs they had just installed around important officials.

***

(Author Note: I hope you guys don't forget this one.)

Explosions from the bombs of important officials had little effect on the floors above (floors 111-200). But, still, the explosion managed to knock out the heat-resistant Rasya.

Not far from where Rasya collapsed, Mr. Danu, the hotel driver was moved into the room. The difference is so fucked up he thinks. It was like a race car exploding in the arena due to the heat. He thinks that's a suitable depiction. "God!" screech screeching. Right his eyes collided with Rasya's body which was fine, he immediately ran over. Check his condition. A long sigh of relief came out from his old lungs when he found out Rasya was fine. Without waiting for long, he established Rasya. Fetch him to be dragged along with him. Although Rasya's condition was fine, they had to go to the health room (70th floor). If there were any more complaints, he could give her the medicine right away. Besides, it's the safest place to be right now.

***

"If you want to earn my trust, you better help me save my family, okay?!" jakak Pak President is angry. The elevator moves up to the 192nd floor.

Elevator door opens. The family room is not far from the elevator. So that both his ears and the ears of the Hero hear the cry of the president's wife and child. The President jumped up from his seat. Run to his family room. The hero followed behind him.

The door to the room was wide open. The President's eyes are round. Just as he entered, two gun blasts smashed the heads of the two.

The president was angry. He shot the three men in the head. Unfortunately, two shots missed. Snatching a vase of flowers behind them. Ruptured.

Indeed, the arrival of the ASN sir who is said to suddenly surprise them. But, when they found out it was Mr. ASN, they immediately rained bullets and contacted their superior, the Right Hand. "The president is on the 192nd floor" he said via a small microphone. The bullet he just released hit Mr. ASN.

Mr. ASN groans in pain. But, his anger made him continue to shoot bullets from his gun. Of course the shot was easily avoided by both. But, not with the Wira shot after a while. The bullet stuck in the neck of one of them, the other at the temple, ploughing back.

"Oh, God," he muttered shockingly knowing the state of the president's family. While the president tried to crawl closer to the wife of his son who had been drenched in blood.

"Voni?! Lina?! Nah! Nah! You guys..." The president's cry broke. His hand held his wife's head in his arms. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" His issues are unceasing.

The hero just gawked at it. But, he immediately wiped his cheeks when he realized the liquid was flowing there. In his heart he said, is this what is called family love?

The hero immediately refocused on his plan. Make sure the president gets out of this place immediately. The Red Syndicate (SM) group will definitely be here soon. The hero took the weapon of one of the SM members as well as a considerable amount of ammunition. Keep it in his suit pocket.

The hero turned his head towards the president who was still hugging his wife's head. Approaching him. "Sir we must leave immediately!" invite the Hero to hold the shoulder of the President. Mr. President's cry subsided for a moment. It seemed like he wanted to scold Wira for taking her away. But, Mr. President's eyeballs are pointing upwards. Then, unconscious.

"Oh, Shit," cried Wira saw the president's blood come out a lot. His hands were already moving to deal with the wound on the president's stomach. But, if he does, SM troops will come here soon and finish off the president and himself. So, he took a tie of his plate. Round it in the president's stomach so as not to go out. Then, with great effort, he swept Mr. President out of the room full of pain. At least for the president. In the end, Wira carried the body of the president. Because when he touched his body, their steps left a trail of blood that was very easy to trace. The hero took him back to his floor, 135. He thought the enemy would not go back there.

***

Fadil immediately looked for his brick that he had hidden at the bottom of the closet. "Aha," he exclaimed when he found his batak.

"You want to heal your hands with that brick?" nina asked tilting her head in confusion.

Fadil nodded steadily. Throwing his body on the couch. Prepare for healing. He moved the batakona to his right palm. Then, slowly hold it. The pain was merciless. Repeatedly stifled moans came out of his mouth.

Nina grimaced herself watching it. Sometimes I ask, "You all right, Dil?" tanya Nina was still grimacing herself.

"Reg ...Akh's. No," he answered once.

Pain in his shoulder began to feel good after a soft crackle sound in his broken. His breathing rose and fell normally statically. Sweat runs down his pell. The batteries he just took off. A small earthquake was made around them. "Is it better?" tanya Nina stopped grimacing.

Fadil nodded in relief. "Yeah, sudh's good now." Fadil stamped his kill to move into a sitting position. "But I still need a little rest. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, really." Nina quickly replied. His hands swayed many times, hinting alright.

Fadil. He took the mineral water from the refrigerator, gulped it in half. Then, sit back on the sofa with a clean blanket from his closet. "Then I go to sleep."

"Eh... Are we gonna be all right, spend the night here?"

Fadil chuckled at Nina's worries. "You mean the terrorists?"

Nina nodded

"Just relax, they won't be combing the place they've been combing" he said with a smile.

"Ehm... Okay, I'll sleep too."

Nina turned off the lights. He glanced at Fadil for a moment. Fadil covered his body with a blanket. Nina quickly took off her outer clothes. Then, jump straight into the bed. She slammed herself with a blanket.

All men have god's eyes like that. Yeah, Fadil had a peek earlier. In any case, he wanted to know Nina even more deeply. That is to say... Ah already. Before he thought of anything. It could be bad if he's blacked out. Moreover, the situation is also very supportive. Slender. Yeah, it's stupid to think of such a thing right now. He should have thought about how to get out of this place safely. But, his mind floated again as he remembered Rasya. Is she okay? Did the bomb kill him? Oh, what about Kiki? What would he think if he found out he was trapped in a hotel crowded by terrorists? Ah why does he know about this. Now saentero negri already knows it. Surely the news about this hotel became a topic in the news event or print media.

Suddenly something hit his brain. He realized something that he should have realized earlier. If the news of the hotel attack has spread, why has no help come here until this moment?

Fadil stared at the goal-getting out through his big window. Slender. There's no frenzy there. At least a lot of reporters are hanging around down there or flickering police sirens or again, there are helicopters monitoring the situation. Is this news not spread yet? There are too many things out there.

Thinking about this and that, Fadil had trouble sleeping. He still could not believe that this news had not been spread. He was finally able to sleep at two. It was also because his brain was very tired because he was told to think very hard. He also had bad dreams. In his dream he was thrown by Wira and Damar. Not from the ten-meter tree as usual, but from the balcony of his room now. As she fell, Nina appeared beside her in freefall while stroking her already enormous belly. Then, pyar...

Fadil rose from his sleep. He realized it was a dream. The clock still shows two hours less. But he wasn't sure he'd sleep again.

***

Wira immediately clean up the wounds of Mr. ASN. Take out the bullet and sew the hole. However, Mr. ASN never realized. Yes, it is certain that there is a lack of fresh blood. His heart rate also continued to weaken, Wira had checked it earlier. If this continues, Mr. ASN will die.

Wira tidied up Mr. ASN's clothes a few minutes ago he was displeased. The clothes were full of blood. The hero several times covered his nose because his suit and shirt smelled so fishy. If only he was not used to this kind of thing, he would have been vomiting like a pregnant mother. Unfortunately, he had experienced something worse than this.

Then, he confused her continuation. Between taking the president to the infirmary or letting him stay here. If he brought an unconscious president, it would only be troublesome if he met the enemy. But, if he left the president here alone, would the president be okay? What if someone suddenly came in and saw something like this? If it was an ordinary person perhaps the impact would not be severe, but if it was one of the SM members? He can't imagine it. Again he was faced with a confusing choice.

The hero is conscious now. He can't do this alone. Suddenly his ears caught something from his earphones. Mr. Tundo spoke. He seems very angry.

"Ergh ... Everyone, switch the backup frequency. There's a cockroach that's also using this channel."

He's? A cockroach? Not thinking of the Hero. It can't be him. Mr. Tundo was only assigned to sweep the field not to clean up the president or anything like that. Even if he thinks so, he also knows that he also knows the backup frequency channel, right? He concluded that whoever was called a cockroach by Mr. Tundo was someone who did not know the frequency of the reserve. It is clearly not from his group or SM group. Then who? tanyakanya.

Wira glanced at Mr. President who he had laid on the bed some time ago. The president's face is really pale now. He was really lacking blood.

Well, the hero knows now, what he has to do. He had to ask the cockroach for help.