Null Existence
20. Fast and Furious
Rangga sat on a wooden bench in the face of a motorcycle workshop that he found was still operating after more than 15 minutes pushing his motorbike, he decided to leave the crooked motorbike to stay repaired.
The battery of the phone is only 25 percent, some parts of the screen are now scratched and sometimes less responsive. The owner of the workshop and his mechanic are in the process of closing the large shophouse.
Rangga was testing plastic straws into a cotecan tea hole he bought when a sedan pulled over to him. The driver flicked the headlights twice before turning off the engine.
A Mazda-RX8 is pearlescent black with racing modifications and a carbon spoiler. A young woman came out and approached Rangga, he smiled politely, Rangga could have guessed that he worked for Garuda.
“The order that Brother asked for is all in the car, Here's the key,” He said, while thrusting the car key with a very friendly intonation.
Rangga felt like he was dealing with SPG and was being offered to buy the latest mobile phone in a shopping mall. He observed the stature of the young woman, her age if it is estimated that it might be as good as Laras, her face looks beautiful and her eyes narrowed.
Garuda apparently was quite observant in choosing an assistant, thought Rangga.
“Thank you, you yourself came home to what?” ask Rangga
“I've ordered a Taxi online, Kak” replied.
The young woman waved her hand when Rangga said goodbye and drove away with a loan sedan that Garuda gave.
After stopping by at SPBU for a moment to change suits, Rangga has now returned to spur the racing sedan to the place where the Swarnadipa event took place.
He tried to compensate for the wasted time by driving aggressively in traffic that is not too quiet, lucky sedan he was driving able to respond to maneuvers that he did with agility.
His phone rang again, an unknown number called.
“My phone battery is dying, you don't have a charger or powerbank in this car?” ask Rangga when the call is connected.
“Powerbank, Do you think this is an Online Taxi? Anyway, I've gotten CCTV control of the restaurant where the event took place, so far it seems conducive. Then, the plan you want to run this is actually how, Wana?” said Garuda.
“Secure Target, take it to Safe House until tomorrow afternoon, Search and Destroy. The rest is arranged from there, it would be better if there is additional information from Lo,” replied Rangga while remaining focused on flushing.
“Amsyong bye, I have guessed. You have no concrete plan at all. The consequence of immature and purely emotion-based actions, is a series of more problems, you inget it is not?”
“Since when do you hobbies quote the advice of Mr?” Rangga asked.
“Gue is not quoting Father. I quote you first,” Garuda replied.
Rangga chose not to respond this time. Losing arguments. He hated to admit that what Garuda said was logical. The spell he always held and firmly applied to the squad he led during his career.
Something he had easily noticed this time.
Rangga shifted up the gear lever, felt bubbling engine shift gears under the front axe that was greeted by an explosion in the rear exhaust, then stepped on its gas pedal deeply.
The loud roar of the double-rotary engine silenced the night traffic.
Garuda understands Rangga's silence, he clearly understands the mute attitude of his former squad leader and decides to budge and end the call.
“Gue will update if there is latest information. Please make sure my favorite car is back in one piece.”
***
Rangga called Nina's phone again while driving, he was almost at his destination. The call is connected but not picked up until disconnected by itself.
“Come! please lift,” exclaimed Rangga, annoyed and calling back.The second phone call is connected.
“You have nothing to do or do, from the morning of my call. What is it gonna take?” asked Nina in a tinge.
While slamming the steering wheel and turning around circling the gap of the lane barrier, Rangga exclaimed at his phone lying down.
“Nina, where are you now?” Rangga asked, pedal stepped as deep as possible.
“I asked instead of asking. What do you need, Rangga?” nina Sahut.
“Whatever you do now, don't get away from the crowd! Understood it? Don't stay away from the crowd!” shouted Rangga whose phone jumped from the dashboard to the front passenger seat.
He had already arrived at the entrance gate of the crowded restaurant area, and reduced the speed drastically so as not to provoke attention.
There is no answer from Nina, as she lyrics, her phone is in the phase of stopping functioning because it runs out of battery.
His fist violently pounded the steering wheel in annoyance.
The glittering incandescent lights of the beachside restaurant shook the anxious inner Rangga. He was straightforwardly driving into the parking lot, being calm as security went down the undercarriage and backseat with a metal detector although the weaponry he was carrying would have left everyone panicking when it was found.
However, he has done this several hundred times throughout his career. Rangga also believes Garuda has designed a secret compartment under the back seat to be able to escape this kind of inspection.
They've often infiltrated much tighter guard, so just a corporate event like this is just a trivial matter.
Finished chatting, Rangga immediately parked and prepared. The frenetic event that was held swerved into the sedan cabin while Rangga checked a gun and dampers hidden in a small compartment under the front passenger seat.
He separated and slipped the damper and magazine behind the suit he was wearing. The band grew louder as Rangga got out of the car and rushed to join the invitees.
The mixture of polymer and ceramic materials that make up the gun and the silencer he uses makes him able to waltz through the metal detector gate without difficulty. It just shows the QR Code that Garuda sent which is a fake event invitation to the scan gate.
Rows of tables and stage events are getting closer to the view. The band was presenting the atmosphere of shahdu through Sinatra's chat that they brought.
Where is the Lord now, what does his beloved woman look like tonight? Like anything it must be beautiful as usual. There was a bit of a happy upset imagining a meeting with her, a sense that momentarily dissipated the worry that hung since last afternoon.
All four of them he felt long in the midst of this crunch, his hardship in the heart. Ah, it turns out that longing is far greater than his worry. It's just as fair as Garuda does not believe in the decision he took tonight.
Shit, my mind needs to focus. Brought to yourself.
Frenzied event at night. Invitations and passing servants carry trolleys. They speak in a voice in the middle of music. Sometimes faint between jokes and greetings, sounding earthy from their mouths.
Rangga was now back to being a calm Jagawana infiltrated among the public as if he was a visible figure. Under such circumstances, hardly anyone noticed his figure sweeping through the corners of the space he was exploring.
Guests who attended were not only from Indonesia, not a few faces of foreigners. Some of the waiters and chefs who appeared were European-faced. Something common when considering the calibre of the event organizer and restaurant, which means it is also a gap for anyone who tries to infiltrate and harm Nina.
Speaking of Nina, Rangga still has not found her whereabouts. Instead he found a short and brightly dressed stocky figure, Elsa, his superior. Elsa seems to rush into the restaurant area towards a hallway, leaving the crowd outside.
Instinctively following Rangga into the washroom hallway for the quiet guest, Elsa seemed unaware she was being stalked.
In addition to Rangga, there was one tall female guest in a red dress walking behind Elsa, as well as a pair of restaurant waiters who one of them pushed a trolley and clearly kept their distance to the red dress.
Rangga followed them inside while the two were unknowingly being watched, Elsa and the red dress went through the men's toilet door and into the women's toilet.
The pair of waiters stopped, who pushed the trolley down and reached down to the bottom behind the curtain, grabbing something.
While the other one gasped in shock as Rangga patted his shoulder and asked. “The male toilet that is here isn't it, Mas?”
The two servants exchanged glances and Rangga like being able to read the intentions that crossed the minds of the two, so berinisiaitive attack.
The rolled trolley was crouched over by his body which was violently stricken.
Rangga dodged the servant's wild fist that he had paralyzed earlier and stole the pen in his pocket, he threw the lid, then slammed it many times into the servant's neck after fending off the coming follow-up fist.
Rangga grabbed the collar of the waiter who was howling hysterically as the pen was pushed deeper, then became a hoarse snoring as soon as blood was pumped out.
Instinctively, Rangga grabbed the servant's body and swapped positions, using his floundering body as a life shield when the servant's partner had managed to grab the muffled gun from the scattered trolley.
He pushed down as he ducked the shield of his life, which mercilessly received tons of hot lead on his back. Then he was shown towards the shooter who reflexively brushed off the body of his colleague who now more like a gallon of leaking water.
This gave Rangga a split-second pause, enough time for him to disarm and snatch the attacker's gun. The skinny body of the stripped servant slammed back into the carpet when Rangga lunged at his chest.
“How many of you? Where's your FOB?” rangga asked with a pistol, black gloves and some of his clothes had been exposed to blood spots.
The waiter's breath was puffed, his countenance tense and his gaze sharpened.
Very cliche, murmured Rangga in the heart.
While avoiding the butcher knife that the waiter grabbed from the thrashing contents of the trolley next to him and then thrown towards Rangga's head. He stopped the ambush that the maid was trying to do with two bullets for each knee.
Rangga could still hear the faint hum of music resonating on the wall of the deserted corridor, also shouting hysterically the waiter who collapsed with both knees shot.
“How many of you? Where's your FOB?” ask Rangga, repeating. Someone came out of the toilet.
Elsa was surprised to find the situation before her when she came out of the toilet, she exchanged glances with Rangga who replied with a snort.
Rangga could see how Elsa shook her knees and did not answer and tried to run away in fear like seeing a ghost, a reasonable reaction thought Rangga, everyone would definitely run away to see this.
Rangga now turned his gun towards the frightened Elsa, then ordered to shake his hand and turn to squat against the wall.
Elsa obediently and fearfully obeyed, she squeaked as Rangga brushed her mouth using the servant apron she had snatched, and tied her legs together with the strap of the bag she was wearing.
“Sorry Mom, her Gucci Bag is broken. Stay here and don't go anywhere,” Rangga's orders.
Then, something unexpected happened. The surviving waiter shouted loudly with a thick Indonesian accent.
“Yelenova, Kill Her!”
A yelenova? Inner Rangga.
Rangga immediately remembered that there was one more person who entered with Elsa into the toilet, a foreign woman in a red dress, Russian woman, she immediately rose to snort furiously.
His steps hunted down the women's toilet, after he had previously fired hot lead into the servant's temple, killing him.
The shadow of Rangga settles in a small hallway to the toilet cubicle, empty and safe, but then there is the sound of struggle and people chuckled.
Nina's! Shouted inner.
He ran in and found the woman in a red dress was strangling Nina's neck with a kind of Garrote in front of the sink, Nina was already limp without a fight.
He immediately ignited his anger.
Rangga unplugged the hand dryer on the wall and tried to be knocked into the head of the Russian woman, shooting her in such a position close to Nina was a high risk.
Brak!
The box was falling apart.
The woman apparently saw the greatness of Rangga from the mirror reflection and removed her Garrote lock from Nina's neck, to block Rangga's attack. He was even able to pull over the handgun that Rangga held with the tip of his taper heel.
The two soon exchange attacks in a fast and intense melee fight, the Russian is very proficient at Krav Maga and combines that with his Garrote Lockdown Technique.
Repeatedly Rangga was able to break away from the elastic thin steel wire meshes that tried to lock the motion and control the attack. The spout was very slippery and tight, if only not wearing a BEASTSPOKE suit, his wrist might have been bruised and bleeding from being entangled.
This woman is very professional and her specialty is clearly close combat in a narrow room, the inner Rangga.
Rangga managed to put a punch on the ribs, but it seems that the red dress is expected, although it had coughed, he managed to wrists Rangga back and time wrapped it cross towards the neck.
The garrote can extend up to a meter while it is necessary to dodge, or add knots as it does to the neck of the Rangga.
Rangga resisted the attempt to shake his footing, he knew clearly if it collapsed then this winding could finish him off.
He tried to flip the position to free the winding, but the Russian back stalling his Garrote and this time sneaked inside while maintaining the hand and neck of Rangga, he said, change position to the side or back and he then clutches two legs and perches on his neck.
Rangga choked and weighed down simultaneously, falling to his knees on his feet, attempting to unleash a punch behind his back ended up with both of his hands blown.
He tried to rise up against it with all his might, moving back and forth to smash the body of the Russian who was perched against the wall at once.
After successfully doing it for a second time, Rangga felt Garrote giggling and the leg tie around his neck suddenly loosened but also felt the woman's body swinging circularly down to the front, he knew what was going to happen.
Rangga stuck out his half-body cover as soon as the Russian stepped down in front of him and flipped the Judo dings he was trying to do to take advantage of his own momentum, throwing him to the end of the toilet room.
The Russian wasted no time in pain and rolled up and pulled out a small gun from behind the dress. Rangga also glided to grab his gun lying on the floor.
Btas!
Click! Click!
The large green eyes were rounded as the bullet penetrated right between the two before finally collapsing. Luckily, Rangga's first shot hit the target because it turned out the magazine was empty.
This time he felt luck was on his side, and hopefully it continued because it seemed like he would need a lot of it to get through all this.
His attention now turned towards Nina who was half dead trying to get up, and in time caught her limpid body and swept it away.
“You are nothing, can stand?” rangga asked, although he could see Nina who was vaguely trying to recognize him.
Rangga widened her to lean on the marble sink row table, her hands were coiled around Nina's waist, their faces were very close, she tried not to be awkward with a smile.
It didn't work, instead Rangga picked up Nina's loose shoes and tried to behave normally while wearing them. Half expected that this moment would happen in this crucial situation.
But they don't have time for that, they have to get out of here. He got up and extended his hand to Nina.
“You must be confused or hysterical, but don't panic. I'll explain on the way, but now we have to go!” immediately
Nina who was actually still confused and weak looked at him for a moment, then nodded in agreement. He grabbed Rangga's hand wrapped in black gloves. Eyes and eyes meet each other, as if trying to find each other and convince each other.
The two of them tightly walked out of the room. Rangga felt like some kind of super power was now flowing through his veins when their hands locked each other. Confidence skyrocketed to the moon, and he even promised himself to protect his Daughter no matter the risk.
A barrage of gunfire greeted the two as they stepped out of the Toilet room.
