Hastungkara Hotel Blockade

Episode 14: For the sake of the President's Hand Scrap

Darkened. Everything's galatious. Fadil feels washed away in a very comfortable sensation. Indeed the sensation was forced by a substance kmia that spread in his brain, but still comfortable. He remained in such a state until a ray of light scattered him. The streak of light that was widening formed a real state in front of him right now.

"Sorry, Mr. President. In this case the choice of the Father is very little" said Damar whose face looks double in the eyes of Fadil because of the drug. The president was wrapped in front of a small wooden table on which was already a bullet and a paper.

"No, Sir. Your signature means more than my life!" exclaim Nina fierce. He was in the president's office. A rifle was pointed at him.

The president seemed worried about his decision. "What file is this?" ask the president to buy time. I don't know what the purpose is.

"Sir, it's a secret. I just want you to SIGN THIS PAPER IMMEDIATELY or the woman in front of this Mr. We finish immediately."

Nina insisted on saying the same thing, "Don't, sir! No!"

"Shut up!" snapped the man who pointed a rifle at him.

The president bit his lip, remained confused. "If I sign this, will you release this woman?"

Damar nodded.

The President's hand began to move taking the bullet. He glanced at the left right. Yeah, no more help from here.

"No! No, Sir?!" Now replace Fadil who forbade the President to sign the paper. Fadil aware it is the inauguration paper of JE000TZ file. If it is inaugurated destroyed already.

All turned their heads in the room including the Hero who seemed to have just slipped from the clutches of drugs. "What's up, Dil?" tanyakanya.

But, Fadil didn't answer. He looked at the president who was now also looking at him half in shock. "That's the inauguration letter of the JE000TZ file, sir, the rotten file they created to make all their rotten activities legal. You know, right, about the file? Wira and Damar, yes, he who is beside the Father has explained it."

Damar looks red. One twitch of his head made one of the Fox Team members kick Fadil's head. "If you keep talking nonsense, you'll get more of it."

Fadil was silent for a moment, his mouth covered in blood. "I can't believe it's you, Mar."

Damar chuckles wickedly. "You're the fool, Dil. You don't know me."

"Of course I know you. We, our first friends. Yesterday, you apologized to me too, right?"

"Oh, about that, yeah. Yep. Yep. Yep. I honestly don't regret what I did, Dil. Just so you know that."

"What do you mean, ha?!" raung Wira is still upset by Damar's actions to him.

Damar laughed so hard. "Well, considering your life won't be long I'll admit that the accident a year ago was me."

"What do you mean?"

Damar laughed again. "Yes, I let go of my grip that day."

Fadil stared intently at him. "So... Ye... Why, Mar? I got the same wrong of you?"

"Not really," he replied sneering. "I'm just upset you're the best in my class. I just don't want you to get away with it so easily. Considering me and Wira will definitely not graduate easily."

"So, was it all on purpose?"

"Yes, also this year. You know the Eagle, right? He's my cousin's sister. Yeah, just in case he was against you during the game. But, it doesn't seem, yes."

Fadil is really emotional. He really wanted to finish off the amber. His brain is boiling. If only his hands and feet were not tied strong like this, he had already finished off Damar. What kind of friend is that, envious of the achievements of his own friend. That's called a bastard. "Let's go, asshole."

Damar laughing. The hero just gawked in disbelief. All those years together, only this time did he see the true character of Damar. Then he remembered, Damar was the best student in the extra theater. Of course he is good at acting.

"Okay, I explained everything. I hope you guys shut up from now on. I have to do my job."

Damar turned to the President. "Well, Sir. Please sign this. Let's just say they don't exist."

The President's hand, which had been stopped by a small debate, moved again. Go to the bottom right corner of the paper.

"Don't, Sir!" yelled Fadil again.

This time the angry Damar approached Fadil.

"Why, Mar? Why are you doing this?"

Damar kicked Fadil's right shoulder until Fadil's body fell. Then, step on Fadil's shoulder firmly. Fadil groaned loudly in pain. "Why are you asking, huh? Wh why? It's all the wrong Hero." Damar glanced towards the Hero. "Because he leaked the file. He is also." Damar glanced at the president. "Because he's the one who would free me from the task if this file was spread out. Didn't you guys know that this was my only dream? It's just!"

"But, you... Akh... Throw it all away, Mar. We're..."

Damar kicked Fadil's head hard. Then step on Fadil's shoulder again until it sounds crek. Yeah, Fadil's shoulder is completely dislodged now. As usual, Fadil roared long because of it.

"If it can make me achieve my dreams, why not."

"Batch you, Mar. You're not my best friend anymore!" shouts Wira who is sad to see Fadil tormented like that. Unfortunately, he also could not do anything. His hands and feet were also tightly tied.

Damar laughed wildly again. "Unfortunately you said it earlier. Fuck the friendship."

"You're out of your mind, Mar."

Bugs!

Damar kicked the girl's mouth until it bled. "Shut up! Can't you be patient if I want to kill you, huh? Take it easy, I'll make sure your lives end up in my hands, okay?"

Spit hero. His teeth seemed to shake from that kick. While Fadil was still groaning in his place.

"Their depraved mouth ducts!" damar's orders are upset. His men immediately followed. Damar turned to the president again. After sighing he said, "Come, sign it. You want this woman I killed?"

The president looked at Nina once more, the stockpile of guns clinging to his crown and ready to erupt at any moment. "His life is not worth this" said the president coldly. "If I sign this. Many deaths will not get justice. More free bastards."

Nina was relieved to hear that. That's right the president said. His life is not comparable. But he was shocked to hear the president's next statement. "But I don't want to see death in front of my eyes."

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

***

Due to the difficulty of finding the President, the Right Hand made a headquarters on the fifty floor. Now the floor that was originally a museum of traditional musical instruments became full of firearms. Starting from the usual to the special SKPI-SKPI. Most of his troops are there. Some are combing the upper floors looking in every detail.

"Hows it? Stage one is over?" ask the Right Hand through his microphon to Mr. Tundo.

"Yes, all the rooms have been cleared" replied Mr. Tundo from afar.

"Okay, Tundo thank you."

The Right Hand smiled cunningly. He switched his channel to a special channel that connected him with all of his troops. "Stage one is over. You know what you did after that. A reef? Track all surviving hotel occupants. That map. I'll take it in five minutes. All the sensors are on all the floors, right?"

"Ready, it's been, sir."

If Pak Tundo has Vishnu as an operator who watches from afar, then Karang is the operator of the Right Hand. At the moment Karang is not at all in that hotel. He's miles away. The Red Syndicate Headquarters. Enough from there he could keep an eye on the situation for the Right Hand and the Main Boss.

Currently the Coral is in front of a large computer screen. Behind him, there were five crew members who were helping to sit facing several computers. The room was very dark. One-satuna lighting only comes from the light of each laptop. "Connect all the sensors!" karang orders on five of his men. Not yet he turned his head back to his computer screen, his men had already replied in unison, "Already, sir."

The reef contacted the Right Hand and sent the map to him. The Right Hand that is already sitting in front of the table which is PIR-098. This table serves to map 2-dimensional maps into 3 dimensions. The user can touch the hologram to see another angle of view. Right after it was sent directly by the Coral. The table is full of the shape of the Hastungkara Hotel building according to the details. Through the heat sensor, the building appears blue in the hologram, but on some floors there are red motions that signal life activity. The fifty floors were the most numerous because it was the headquarters of the Red Syndicate. Then, on the 190th floor is also quite a lot because it was Pak Tundo's headquarters. The 70th and 1st floors. The rest is just a few. The Right Hand immediately divided his army to finish off all that was left. The victory is in sight, he thought.

***

1 Floor. Cctv Room. Vishnu was too busy with the arrest of the president on the 70th floor to not pay attention to the movement on the 50th floor, the Red Syndicate Headquarters. But, he suddenly realized that someone was heading to his room. Soon he prepared his weapon.

Door slam open. Not even Vishnu shifted at once, his head was hollowed out by a barrage of bullets from foreigners who were none other than members of the Red Syndicate.

"Floor one is in order, sir," he reported to the Right Hand.

***

190 Floor. Pak Tundo Headquarters. At that time Mr. Tundo was also careless. He was too serious about the CCTV video that Vishnu connected to a glass screen.

Then, he heard a barrage of bullets behind him. He flinched from his seat. Take the weapon. From outside the commotion was getting closer. "Dear Mr Tundo!"

"Don't let them get away!"

"Shed...Akh."

Many screeches, groans, and moans lost their lives from the outer passageway. The sound of the weapon was simple and kept approaching. Mr. Tundo opened the door. He could not see who was attacking. A bullet slammed into his chest and stomach. "Oh, Shit!" Mr. Tundo's eyes flipped upwards. His gun fell down followed by his old body. His ears caught the silence.

"Floor 190, clean" reported the Red Syndicate members.

***

70 Floor. Pak Danu and Rasya's hideout, room 70B2. Rasya has returned as before. Mr. Danu made sure the place would be safe from any attack until help arrived. There's not much he's doing. Because the door of the room was made of very hard steel. Of course the door is bulletproof. He just locked it from the inside and danced several shelves at once in front of the door. Make sure the room is without gaps. Thus, when the Red Syndicate forces were about to attack they only fired at the door in annoyance. Even their bullets did not punch through the door at all, so the bullets were dented into the steel door.

"W-we're safe, aren't we, sir?" rasya asked, putting the warmed canned meat soup into her mouth. There was some food and a small kitchen. What a strategic place.

"Of course, Son. We're safe here until help comes."

The troop reported annoyance to the Right Hand, "70th floor, room 70B2. The door can't be opened. Do we just ignore it?"

"Stupid! I don't want to accept any reason. The other floor can be cleaned easily why the floor can not. Anyway, finish it any way. I'm tired of this place."

"B-well, sir."

Not far from that place, room 70D6 where Damar and his troops forced the president to sign it. The Red Syndicate immediately strafed all who were there when Damar said, "The task of the Father ends here."

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

Damar's body collapsed. Nina was lucky to take shelter behind the sofa. Fadil took refuge behind the collapsed body of the amber. "Review, Sir!" shouted Wira heading the body of the President who was about to be finished off. The president's body bounced off which instantly crept next to Nina. As a result of saving the president, a hail of bullets penetrated his body.

"Wir? Hang in!" pekik Fadil in the lockup saw the body was trying to stand with legs tied also do not forget with dozens of bullets lodged in his body. Of course, what came out was just an indistinct murmur. Then, his eyes caught Nina's cue to approach him. He approached Nina. "Take the knife on my waist. I kept the knife," whispered Nina.

Fadil's eyes are round, this is his hope. Fadil and Nina turned to each other. Fadil grabbed the knife at Nina's waist. With the speed of his hand, he cut the rope until his hand was free. Then, the rope on her feet was also the rope on Nina's hands. Until then he immediately handed everything to Nina.

"You can, right, Nina?"

Nina nodded.

Fadil's mind was already full of Hero. Without a second thought, he grabbed the weapon from the corpses of the Damar men with his left hand. Yes, the fox army had put up a fight earlier, but because the attack was completely unexpected and their position was also being focused with Fadil and the others, too, they just finish off one of them before each death.

Fadil peeked out from behind the sofa. Calculating circumstances. Until his eyes were round to see the body of the dead woman. His stomach was full of holes, even some of his flesh splattered out. "Fuck! Goddamn bum! Dogs!" meaning continued. Emotions explode. It was as if a hot water drains his head at that moment.

Just one left hand was enough for him to end those two living bastards. With the sofa resting on his shoulder, Fadil shot blindly with a long shout. His enemy's resistance was in vain due to the protection from that sofa. Even after the two became corpses, Fadil approached the two of them.

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

They dumped both bodies. "Dead! Die up! Go to hell there!" shouting hatches. His face was red. "Fuck! Goddamnit! There is no Heart! It's rotten! The carcass! Die up! Die!"

Fadil only stopped when Nina hugged his body. "Already, Dil! It's already! What you're doing, won't bring back the Hero," he exclaimed to calm Fadil.

The shooting stopped. Fadil had just regained consciousness, his cheeks had been wet with his own tears. The wound incised in his heart this time was completely deep. Fadil dropped his gun. The two bodies that he was carrying were already out of shape. Dozens of bullets perforated their bodies. It's twice as bad as Wira. "When we just made up," he said weakly. Taking off Nina's embrace with a blank look. Turn towards the body of the hero. Kneel down there. "Wir?! Wir?! A hero?! Wake up?! Wir?!" fadil's distress spread throughout the room. Nina sobbed behind Fadil. Mr. President shrunk his nose many times remembering his wife's child.

"We better get out of here quickly," said Mr. President corroborated. "I know your sadness. But, maybe you don't want to lose your other friend." Fadil turned to the President. "For this friend of yours, I will pay him the respect he deserves. His name will be in the presidential palace."

Mr. President is right. Fadil knew what the other friend meant was Rasya. Fadil stood up. He had to save Rasya before it was too late.