Legionaries

Andica

October 27th, 2018

At 09.02

UNIVERSE CLOUD. The name remains a mystery to this day. Already this week I tried to extract information from a number of personnel staff in charge of managing the data of employees of Suara Massa daily office, but the results were nil. The name of the mysterious man was never on the employee list.

Meanwhile, Rama, who asked me to find information about the clouds, also could not be contacted lately. For a few days, his phone has always been inactive. This morning I called the Metropolis office to inquire about his whereabouts. Said Tuty, one of Raymond's boss secretaries, three days ago my former co-worker didn't show up at the office.

Tuty who likes to gossip also had time to tell the situation Metropolis that began not conducive. Raymond's boss, who was usually on hand in the editor's office, also suddenly disappeared in the past few days. No doubt, the condition of the balance of the Metropolis office becomes seriously disturbed. Counted two days ago the newspaper Metropolis absent published because it was left without news by the figure of the editor and his flagship editor.

The condition of my old office was apparently also influential on the stability of my concentration. For an hour, I have not left the US franchise coffee shop located next to the Suara Massa office building. The alarming condition of Metropolis' office had become a burden on my head. After all, I worked in that office for two years and had a routine with former comrades in arms there.

"This is the receipt, Mas," said a waitress who approached my desk. Just a moment ago I had indeed asked for my order bill to pay him immediately.

Immediately I reached into the leather wallet embedded in my pants pocket. My smile was dangling after witnessing the inside of the bulging wallet ever since I decided to join the Voice of Massa office. With a slide, my finger pulled out a fifty-thousand piece of money and thrust it into the hand of the waitress.

Just as I was about to get out of my chair, suddenly my attention was stolen by the news on the television screen of the tavern. A headline makes my eyes pop.

It wasn't the headline that surprised me. Nor was the body of Tina Saraswati, the newscaster. Except the background. A tall building appears to be behind the reporter's body. The five-story building didn't seem so foreign to my eyes. Stacking house! That's Rama's place!

LETKOL VITO KARIMATA: ALLEGED INTELLIGENCE INVOLVEMENT

Suddenly I remembered the story of Tuty who said that the last three days Rama was not seen in the Metropolis office. Could Rama, my best friend all along, be involved in the network *******? My mind is starting to complain. All sorts of terrifying shadows instantly flashed wildly in my mind. Rama could not have been involved in a terrorist network. But what if he's really involved?

I hurriedly stopped the various speculations that flashed through my head. In the silence of my brief daydream, I steadied myself to make up my mind. I had to rush to the scene to make sure my best friend was okay.

A FIREFIGHT BETWEEN OFFICERS OCCURRED AT TKP

In an instant the news headlines had changed. It seems that the situation in the bunk house where Rama lived was getting precarious. As I began to step foot, I tried to figure out what was really going on in that place. The involvement of the police and military made my forehead cringe even more. It seems like this incident has entered the political realm.

Suddenly I remembered the mysterious Cloud Universe. According to Rama's story, he met the Clouds suddenly in a coffee shop. The Cloud Universe is an intel! Or rather an *******!