Legionaries
Teja
October 27th, 2018
At 09.04
JURAGAN pointed the muzzle of his rifle out the window. His old body bent in the corner of the room. The eyes that spread the threat were immersed in the end of the rifle binoculars. One of my greatest wishes finally came true as well. I finally had the chance to watch Juragan in action with his true abilities.
All this time I was just praising his ability to fight eyes. It's been a long time since I've wanted to witness his skills as a former sniper. I didn't think my wish was realized in the last moments of my encounter with him. After all, Juragan was a very influential figure in my life.
"Table! Come on!" Raymond's loud voice interrupted my preoccupation.
The current situation is not favorable. In fact, even if asked to pay to watch the show, I would want to. I just want to watch the Juragan play rifle. That'sthat's all.
"KING! YOU'RE NOT DEAF, ARE YOU?!" Raymond barked again. Ah, just interrupt.
Raymond's voice was too loud. To the extent that, the concentration of Juragan in front of the rifle was also disturbed. Seeing me fixated on watching him, Juragan looked straight at me. Again with his special eyes. "Table, go, son. They need you." The boy? Is that how Juragan called me just now?
With my head wondering, I returned the look of the eyes of the Juragan who still remained as sharp as usual. But, that 'Son' call made me fly around.
"Go, Teja. However the situation may be, the boy will need your help." concluded Juragan who immediately re-directed his concentration to the mouthpiece of his rifle lens.
Reflexes, I nodded. After all, that sentence was Juragan's last message to me. The last request from the adoptive parents to their adopted children that must be fulfilled. I immediately left the room to catch up with Raymond.
"We need to move quickly to the garbage disposal aisle. Before the police actually surrounded this place," said Raymond who carried Rama's body. It was not a difficult thing for him to move quickly while carrying the human burden on his shoulders. Even though he is not young anymore, the former physical coach of the children of Juragan in the past is still quite able to overcome the weight of Rama.
The sound of spewing bullets and mortars that sounded very noisy from the outside of the building did not dampen the steps of the four of us. We rushed as quickly as possible down the main staircase to reach the base of the building as soon as possible. However, Raymond's steps suddenly came to a halt before passing through the rungs of the stairs in the second-floor corridor.
"What's up, Mond?" my many.
The four of us were silent while exerting the ability of each other's ears. When suddenly the sound of the feet clashing with the surface of the floor, we simultaneously turned up. Because it found nothing in the bag, then glanced at each other. The voice was heard from the top of the main staircase, which was behind us.
The curious Raymond began to take the initiative to action. Carefully, he leaned Rama's body against the corner of the main staircase wall. Then, in a slow motion, he again climbed the stairs to inspect the third floor corridor. His dark-colored thumb started pulling the trigger of his gun just in case. Meanwhile, his left index finger sent a gesture at me and Markus to form a besieging formation.
Raymond took over the left wing of the staircase and asked me to keep an eye on the right sector. While Mark was putting himself to observe the middle of the main staircase. From the stairs, I poked my head to peek at the situation in the third floor corridor. Silent. No sign of life. We both know that all the rooms lined up along the corridor have indeed been some days deliberately vacated by the Magistrate.
"Dok, you wait downstairs. Take care of the boy" I whispered to Dr. Edward has been following me ever since. The doctor nodded and immediately went down the stairs to get closer to the position of Rama's body that rested on the wall of the main staircase that leads to the second floor. Meanwhile, me, Raymond, and Mark had perfectly set foot in the third-floor corridor. The eyeballs of the three of us still remained vigilant with the division of each task.
"DARKKHH!" Suddenly, a shocking sound came from the main staircase, right at the bottom of the third floor corridor. Dr.'s Voice. Edward! "AAAKKHL!" The second scream sounded. Like indicating the owner of the voice is really in pain.
Me, Markus, and Raymond simultaneously panicked and went straight back down the main stairs. Down there, Dr. Edward collapsed with his eyes glaring almost out. A sharp weapon in the form of a trident know already alight at the nape of his neck. The doctor could not last long. His bloodied body then rolled to the ground floor. And Rama? The man's body was no longer visible.
"Where?" dugaku, half-whispering, after seeing a red shadow descending the main staircase, then disappeared in the second-floor corridor. Clearly visible to my eyes, the shadow ran while carrying someone's body.
Without hesitation, I jumped towards the second floor corridor. As the fastest among the others, I must not waste time. It's an emergency situation. I also need to think quickly. If the shadow was trying to find another way to get down to the first floor, then the only way to get out of this flats is the drain well aisle! There is no other way out! Rana will definitely go through that path!
Rana's? Is that figure really Rana? Who else? Trident weapon that stuck on Dr. Edward and the red dress he used to wear were strong clues. While I was still galloping after that red shadow, my mind was filled with many questions.
If that shadow was really Rana, what exactly was she doing? After the death of Typhoon some time ago, he had disappeared from circulation. Then, what is he planning? Which side is Rana on right now? Has the Typhoon's death made him decide to change course? Where was he when Typhoon was killed during an ambush in the K.A.K building? Ah, it seems that the inner struggle that occurs in each of the Juragan's men is no longer inevitable.
I did not know Rana too well because he was not one of the children of Juragan since childhood. He came here on the recommendation of the Typhoon. Yes, sometimes some people are just too complicated to understand. Perhaps Rana is one of them. Being part of a group of hit men is indeed not an ordinary life choice. For me personally, despite the desire to stop, in fact I am still here. I still faithfully fight for my direction as a member of the Juragan.
Suddenly, I had a strange thought in my mind. All this time I've been running a lot of corruptors and criminals to get out of the bars. If this place could still survive, or if the Juragan would find a new place to replace it, would anyone be willing to escape from this cursed occupation? I started thinking about the advice from Typhoon lately to determine my own way of life. Ah, I don't know. I'm too worried to think about it right now.
