Night Wing Gundala: The Ballistics

Son

"Welcome to"

exclaim a voice from the stage in a spacious courtyard of a beachside building.

A tall, tattooed man stepped on the stage as he occasionally stared at the young men in front of him.

Instantly the DJ who was playing music suddenly stopped and the man resumed speaking.

"Brother brother welcome to my palace.."

the man on the stage said again.

At once the musicians behind the man began to step down a small staircase behind them and walk away from the stage.

"..this time we regroup in this place for a purpose.."

the man on the stage said again.

"A few days ago.."

said the man while giving a signal to turn on the projector hanging on an iron across the stage.

A videotape began playing on the big screen backstage shortly after the tattooed man gave a gesture.

"Our comrades have done a historic stunt.."

he said as he stared at the big screen playing a video recording of the mass rampage a few days ago.

While the visitors began to notice the man who was talking on the stage.

"..ah sorry." said a woman who accidentally nudged the hooded man in a corner.

The man simply nodded while bowing his head and passed from before the woman.

"..pak will's.."

anto said from behind the lines of communication.

"…iya to.."

said the hooded man as he stepped his feet towards a corner across the dance floor.

"The person on stage seems to be.." Anto said.

"..name's jerry.."

said Gundala who stood back in a dark corner while continuing to look towards the stage where the tattooed man spoke.

****

said a man in front of a female investigator in a metro department workspace.

"..it's very messed up." said the man.

While continuing his work, the man again told a story of the heroism of a crime exterminator.

"…the name is Gundala the son of lightning." said the man before the investigator.

Some of the metro investigator's work desks had been cleaned and the floor of the room flashed again after receiving a sweep of a wet mop in his hand.

"A lot of criminals and people who commit crimes in this city are arrested by him." said the man before Sarah.

"What is that man." asked Sarah who was answered with a headband.

"He's not a security officer and not one of the members of the union.."

said the man.

"You could say he is just one of the citizens who really care about security." said the man before Sarah

"Then why doesn't the file about Gundala exist?" ask Sarah.

"Does every incident have to have a file?" the man in front of Sarah asked

For a moment just silent and back to listen to the words of the man before him.

The man in front of him smiled and said.

"The past is not what it is now." she replied with a smile.

"The news about the Son of Lightning was only posted in a corner of the morning newspaper and people began to forget the news in the afternoon.."

he said back.

"..if only it had happened in the present would have gone viral.."

sarah said in her heart.

"Even about the existence of the son of lightning only a small percentage of people know about it." back the man said.

"..and the files about him.."

the man in front of Sarah said as he put the cleaning device in his air back into the janitor room.

"Stressed by a special body of extraordinary phenomena.."

the man said as he passed from before Sarah.