Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 13: Frequency Piracy

Damar's consciousness had yet to completely recover when he opened his eyes. He almost fell down when he stood up. Fortunately, his right hand that has enough good reflexes directly holds the shoulders of PIR-036. As a buffer to his body. The bodies of the presidential guards have not changed. The president and the president have left the room.

"You won't get away," he murmured. Staggered, he walked to the door. He's going back to base. He had to report and ask for reinforcements.

Steps sucked. Several times he contacted Mr. Tundo but there was no answer. He thinks his microphone is broken. Therefore he decided to approach Mr. Tundo only. He still does not believe that Wira gave up a difficult job in getting it easily like that. Does he have no brain? Damar curses and curses Wira all-out. His weapon was also taken.

"Dropped!" senggrong Pak Tundo in one of the rooms on the 190th floor after Damar hit. "This, this is the result if it rebels from me. You idiot!"

Bugs!

Pak Tundo's raw bogem hit the side of Damar's head that had been bowed.

"Sa-I will correct my mistake, sir," Damar replied holding onto the battered area.

"It is so" he said, looking at the only door in the room. He disabled his microphone. Then, smile. "At least we already know the leak. That's useful information. Then we should plan the second stage."

Damar lifted his head a little. He saw Mr. Tundo's happy grin. "Yes, arrest the president and get him to legalize our files before the stupid syndicate forces kill the president."

***

Fadil, Nina, and Mr. ASN looked at the confused Wira. As if asking, right?

"Why, Wir?" fadil asked finally after the room was silent for a moment.

"The network in the Hastungkara Hotel has been blocked."

Nina still doesn't understand. "What does that mean?"

Fadil glanced at him. "I mean, we can't make or receive calls from outside the hotel. In fact, it could be a signal that has just been triggered by the president's sophisticated tools has informed our location."

Nina who finally understood back fretting. "Uh, so, we have to leave soon, huh?"

Fadil. The hero grabbed his things. Wearing all his gear except for bullet-proof clothing. He handed it to the President. "His father means more than I do." Actually, the President has refused. However, after being forced Nina and Fadil. The president will wear it too.

"Then you keep it behind, Wir. I'll take the lead until you get a bulletproof suit."

The hero nodded after adding a few bullets to his rifle.

"Where are we going?" ask Nina before they leave the room.

"It's best to get out of the hotel. If only this building is blocked off, outside I can call for immediate assistance" the President suggested.

Fadil remembered Rasya. Is she okay? Nina who saw Fadil slapped her shoulder. "Why, Dil?"

"It's okay. It's just, you know my friend as a waiter."

"Oh yes. So, we have to get back to our floor? Take your cell phone."

Fadil. That's what's on his mind now. Rasya, the situation is uncertain. President, he needs to get out of here.

"How does everyone agree?" tanya Wira is ready to go. The suitcase he left. Just the important flash he tied up in his belt.

"How about you and Mr. ASN first? We have to go back to the floor first thing," said Nina.

Fadil immediately attacked. Glaring Nina. "No! I mean, we're just getting out of this hotel."

"Is there anything left behind?" ask the president calmly.

"Yes, Fadil needs to contact his friend who is also..."

Fadil smothered Nina's mouth. "Hehe, no, really, sir. We can go right away."

Nina took off Fadil's silence. "Then, what about your friend's fate? You just let him die?"

Fadil stared intently at him.

"What's your friend's name?"

"Ra-Rasiah."

"Rashiah? He's that skinny young man, right?" wira recalled a young man she had just checked.

"Eh? How do you know that? Yeah, he's skinny."

"He was on the 70th floor with an old man. It's not very good. I met him while taking a blood bag for Mr. President."

"Then, we stop by the 70th floor for a bit then. Just got out of this hotel." Mr. President immediately added before Fadil protests again. "This plan is inviolable."

Fadil's load is now reduced. Now he knows the state of Rasya. But, who would the old man save Rasya?

Brak!

Door slam open. Following the consecutive firing of three rifles. Fadil encouraged the president and Nina to get behind the bed. "Close!"

Damnit damnit! They lose fast. They should have just left instead of arguing and keeping quiet. The hero shot two front-runners and Fadil shot the other one. Suddenly Fadil's eyes were wide open to see the terrorist's rifle fall. Not because it is a Special Weapon Special Forces (SKPI)-006. But, the effect of the weapon if it falls. The weapon will explode if the owner drops it. Weapons are risky, but also best for circumstances like this.

"Please!"

Fadil hit the body of the Hero who has not been aware of the SKPI. While Mr. President and Nina must be safe behind that bed.

The bomb! The bomb! The bomb!

The distance of the explosive can be called small, but not with its strength. Its owner lying dead nearby has now lost some parts of his body. Disappeared. The floor immediately cracked and the door leaf became small pieces of wood.

"What is SKPI?" ask Wira.

"Yes, SKPI-007 to be exact. How dare they use that weapon."

Outside of heavy footsteps and a lot of dust. Fadil and Wira immediately cocked their weapons. Mr. President and Nina approached behind them. "On the count of three huh, Dil?! We're gonna head them in."

Fadil nodded enthusiastically.

"One, Three."

The girl jumped out of the room. Shooting people in front of him. Despite grumbling, Fadil jumped by his side. Get in on the enemy "You son of a bitch, Wir!" he said while looking down.

The new hero replied when the last enemy in the hallway was shot in the head. "Hehe, we haven't been like this for a long time" he said chuckling. Fadil nudged him along chuckling. Yes, in the old school days, when there was group shooting practice, Fadil, Wira and Damar were always one team.

***

Mr. Tundo was treating his injuries from Fadil's punch at the time. From the reflection of the glass he could see there was dry blood on his thick lips. "Young people are very talented" he murmured. "But, stupid." He smiled slanted.

"Sir, Tundo!" vishnu said through a microphone. Mr. Tundo gave him the task of looking for the movement of the President from the beginning through CCTV cameras. However, he was alone very difficult to do his job. There were hundreds of cameras there and there was little chance he could find the president of those hundreds of tiny screens. Even if he had seen her he might not have noticed her. The camera footage shows only a small part. If only he had found her once. Must not be able to escape from his monitor. A few minutes ago, he experienced the miracle himself. A special signal was recorded on his advanced laptop. When traced, uh, his eyes saw the president with the Hero and several other people from a room. He came to the conclusion that, Wiralah who leaked the file. That's why he hastily contacted Mr. Tundo.

"Oh, Vishnu? I hope you're delivering some good news. I'm upset right now."

Vishnu's eyes are still fixed on the big screen in front of him. Occasionally change its appearance. Following the movement of the current president who caught several CCTV cameras. "I know the possibility of a leak, sir?"

"Ah...Goddamnit!" pekik Pak Tundo, not half his hand pressed his lips harder. "Sorry Nu, I mean, if that's what I know. Damar told me half an hour ago, if that's all the news from you don't bother me first, okay. I have my own business."

"One more, sir," added Vishnu hurriedly. " I already know the whereabouts of Mr. ASN."

"Really," Mr. Tundo's eyes sparkled happily. Then, hurriedly whispered, even though they had this conversation through a special frequency. Only the two of them know. There's no way anyone else will eavesdrop on them. "You didn't tell them, did you? I mean the Red Syndicate."

Vishnu smiled. "No, Sir. Of course not." Mr. Tundo did tell him not to tell the Red Syndicate about this. Yes, a few hours ago. Tundo got the idea. Rather than killing the president it's better to legalize the file. Therefore, Vishnu is given the task of finding the President before the Red Syndicate and blocking the movement of the Red Syndicate if they find the existence of the President first.

"Good then," said Mr. Tundo throw cotton that has been red. He moved from the front of the mirror. "Where is Mr. ASN now?"

"floor 135T1. If there's any movement I'll call."

"Good job, Nu."

Vishnu is proud of his work. He was more enthusiastic and focused on watching them.

On the other hand, Mr. Tundo called Damar to his room. "Sit down!"

Damar pulled one of the chairs, sat on it. He impatiently asked, "What's wrong, sir? Have you..."

"Yes, if you mean the President's whereabouts. Vishnu has found it."

"Where Sir? I'll be there soon" Damar said impatiently.

"I trust this task to you. The Foxes will be with you. Make sure you don't kill him before signing this file."

Mr. Tundo gave me a chocolate map. The content is in the form of legalization or inauguration of the JE000TZ file. Damar. Nodding steady. "Well, I'll do my best."

Mr. Tundo smiled obliquely. Tell him to get out of the room. "One more time, use the frequency 99.9. The frequency is directly connected to Vishnu. He'll tell you where the president is."

Damar nodded, then walked out of the room. Four fully armed men stood outside. Yeah, they're the Fox team. Damar didn't know them at all, but he had to lead this army. He breathed heavily. For the sake of gaining new trust from Mr. Tundo, whatever he will do.

The four Foxes nodded at him. "This, sir," said the tallest and most dashing of the four. Hand over your regular shotgun and a backpack full of bullets.

"No, Sir. Okay?! Just call me Damar." 'Sir' is a strange call according to him.

"Well, Damar." The four answered in unison.

Damar. Putting the map in his hand into the backpack mixed with a stack of ammunition cardboard boxes. "All right, let's go."

Damar leads.

"Nu?! Where is the president now?!" asked Damar after changing his channel to a frequency of 99.9.

From the sebrang Vishnu who took the first step, which was to send some troops to prevent the president from escaping, jerked to hear his earphones ringing. Although he had been told by Mr. Tundo that Damar would contact him as soon as possible. "Yes, they're still on the 135th floor. I'm trying to hold them. So, hurry!" he replied after sending three more people to block the president.

Damar nodded. Looking to the boys. "We're going to the 135th floor!"

His men replied with a steady nod.

Vishnu's second problem came before the problem confronted the president. The five Red Syndicate members who were from the 134th floor were about to ascend to the 135th floor. Panicked, he blocked the elevators on that floor. However, unfortunately they prefer the stairs to climb the next floor. Of course, there is no way to block the stairs.

At that time the entourage of Mr. President has succeeded in eliminating his people. The next team will be here in ten minutes. While the Red Syndicate members can get more than that. But, wait... Look at one of Mr. President's entourage having trouble opening the elevator. Yeah, of course it won't work. Kan, he's the one who disabled the elevator. But, that elevator could make them escape from the 135th floor. That is, the members of the Red Syndicate will not know of their whereabouts.

Vishnu's hand that is still stuck in his hair because it has been ruffled back to move on his laptop keyboard. Reactivate the elevator. The elevator door opened. The president's party came in. Vishnu changed the screen to CCTV recording their presence in elevator 7. One of them pressed the 70 button.

"Cancel to the 135th floor" Vishnu told Damar. He looked the other way. Rested eyes.

"Why?" ask Damar who's in front of the elevator.

"They went to the 70th floor. Stay in elevator 7. They're gonna get out of there. You got less than 3 minutes. Just hurry! I'll try to fix their elevator."

Damar and his men are already in, elevator. Pressing the 70 button as well. "We have less than 3 minutes. We have to hurry."

Despite not knowing the meaning of Damar's talk, the Fox Team nodded obediently. Prepare their fight.

"Oh, yes. Anybody bring SKPI-069?"

"Good," Damar said after seeing all his troops nod. The real rhetorical question. Because SKPI-069 is a mandatory weapon for field agents. "Prepare the dope bullets then."

***

Fadil and the others managed to get into the elevator. The player presses the 70 button. Fadil was already preparing to receive the usual jolt he felt every time he climbed this elevator. But, in the next seconds he did not feel that shock. The elevator went slower than usual, so the conclusion was. Earlier, when he opened the elevator door, he also had a hard time. Big question marks on his head, what is this? His eyes swept across that narrow space. Until his eyes caught a CCTV camera in the corner. Could it? Maybe they are being watched.

"What's up, Dil?" ask the Hero who saw Fadil's anxiety.

"Maybe we're being watched?" fadil pointed to CCTV.

The man shot the CCTV in the face. "Well, could be better, right?"

Fadil. Behind him, Nina was already glaring towards Wira. "What, anyway? His voice was so loud you know? Shoot practice later if there's an enemy."

The hero hit him with the handle of his rifle slowly. "You don't see, what did I shoot?"

"It can be removed, right?"

The hero just grinned. Until, Fadil elbowed him. "Prepare your weapon, Wir."

The elevator door re-rings open after 3 minutes which feels long. Fadil's getting ready to put his gun on. So does the Hero. But, their movements stopped when they saw who was waiting for them.

"The room?!" peekik Fadil's.

At the same time an anesthetic bullet stuck in Fadil's neck and others.