Perfect Son-in-law
Bondowoso
Putting aside his problem with Glorien, the Ocean turned to another hassle. Ernest disappeared, and it wasn't simple.
Nearly seven hours Samudra and his friends, aided by some members of the Black Pen, work hard to track down Ernest's whereabouts. Discuss opinions, play assumptions, until all eyes focus on the computer screen that turns on.
No results yet. Now they're waiting for someone as the final attempt.
GECK! GECK! GECK!
All the attention turned towards the door that was knocked from outside.
One Black Pen member, took the initiative without being told to open.
CLAMPS!
A man in a black jacket made a respectful gesture.
Black Pen man sliding body giving way.
“Ndan.” The ocean stood up, pointing one hand at the sofa, allowing the man who was none other than Giovan to sit down. “Where?” tanyakanya.
Although Giovan's caste is now far behind, also in age which is only a few difference, the Ocean still looks respectfully exotic-skinned man. He remembered the price of a service. Giovan was instrumental in his escape from prison. And it turned out to be the man he was currently waiting for. Connectionally, Giovan has the ability to track more.
Samudra knew, the arrival of Giovan not only brought the head, shoulders of the field, as well as the uniform of pride wrapped in his black jacket, something important must also be brought the man.
Following David sitting next to the Ocean opposite Giovan, everything seemed serious at this time.
“Where, Ndan?” The ocean impatiently, asked both times.
Giovan took out his cell phone from the inner pocket of the jacket he was wearing. A moment fiddled with it, then handed it to the Ocean after the wanted page was plastered in front.
The ocean took and watched, David joined the kepo beside him. Mada and the others looked at their respective places.
“East Java.” Samudra says slowly. “Bondowoso.”
“Betul!” Giovan. “They use a bodong car plate in Jakarta, then to East Java using the sea route. Coincidentally I know someone on the cruise,” continued the young apparatus. “Some of my men are also Black Pens that you sent yesterday, already there.” Giovan's view is still on the Ocean. “But not yet I command to move.”
Ocean reigns, “Hold them first, Ndan. Tell me to watch first. Don't let them die in vain. Dazh is not a random person.”
Giovan nodded, “Iya. I told them to go undercover as residents.”
“Good if it.”
“So we go there when?!" Mada rose from his place, looking enthusiastic. “Gave ass uda kebas di mari mulu!”
“Now!” samudra. The others are confused. “Peng, ready everything!” He ruled a Black Pen whose role was chairman. Their supreme leader is the Ocean itself.
The jet-skinned man nicknamed Pepeng nodded, then came out quickly without asking again.
Giovan stood up. “I will follow as soon as my little affair with the peng3dar is done. You guys be careful.”
“OK! Thank you, Ndan!” Samudra and Giovan shook hands, then all scoured off to do their respective duties.
...****...
The roar of the helicopter blared at the height of Bondowoso ground.
Samudra, David, Mada and Pepeng, descend alternately after landing on a fairly wide helipad.
Another heli landed in the back. The Black Pen's horde of five people descended, then merged with Ocean and others.
Intentionally landed far from the settlement, to avoid the rudeness of the people around +62 who always kepo on unusual things for them.
The two heli rose back to the height, then drifted away and lost in the distance.
Two cars were waiting, all split up and drove fast.
Mada activates the laptop to receive activity monitoring in the old wooden warehouse where Ernest was held captive.
David rolled his eyeballs. Some sexy-clothed women had just entered the barn yard. “Always have maggots,” the lips.
“Again, Depe!” mada. “Two if it must follow.”
“Plus plump!” serobot Mada's.
“Heelah! Perfect,” reply David imagined the face of Mr. Jo's girl.
The ocean doesn't care. Trees that move along with the speed of the car diabsen his eyes, but the contents of his mind floated on two things. His misunderstanding of Glorien and their surviving child. Breaths grazed from his mouth and nose. If the time could be rotated, if not all as complicated now ....
However ....
“We're watched!” sash the Ocean suddenly. The whole shadow about Glorien and the cute boy in his head was blown away instantly, as his gaze caught a matic motorbike, speeding to settle on the opposite footpath.
All jerked together. The chatter of David and Mada came to a halt at that very instant.
Pepeng who was behind the wheel also turned his head.
“Where are we, Sam?” ask Mada.
“Continue going. Just a little more we'll be there, right? And that means we can't use the alus way. Sampe sana terkam hit bacok.”
“Iye, Sam!” Mada agrees.
The screen on the laptop stole David's attention. “Lu really, Sam. They're stalkers. The people in the warehouse are.”
Mada stared. “Aduh, see the look of their song, kok cave worry about Ernest yak.”
The ocean was blown away for a moment remembering that. He was equally anxious actually. “But the cave is sure they won't kill Ernest,” he said later. Given Ernest's intelligence, those bad guys would need a lot from the bespectacled young man.
David consented.
“We're up, Boss!” Pepeng told me suddenly. The car has been stopped. Half-mossed slum building already plastered in front of the eyes.
The ocean, gallantly without a doubt descended first. Tight white T-shirt wrapped plain black vest, body bandaging. Enhanced shoes lars with a hard base close the tight jeans, ready to be used for kicking.
David and Mada came down no less gallant.
Although Mada's body is fairly short, but with hard training, his body muscles are also like wire.
If it's David, he's already cool from the sonna. A straight body with long stout. Gondrong hair that is tied carelessly, so the characteristics of men from Medan.
Pepeng badas. Big height with a codet face, quite a terrible scourge for a small goat tied to the body of a tree.
Along with the selected Black Pens lined up behind, they were combat ready.
Up ahead, Dazh's men defied haughtiness.
The number may be more than ten.
Dazh himself was not seen between them. Maybe still fun playing in bed with the delivery woman.
That's a begundal version of ammunition.
“Can you show me where Ernest is?” The ocean asked casually.
They even grinned. “Ernest, what creature is it?" tejek one of them. And ....
JLB!
“Aarrrggh!”
The man was in pain, clutching a bloody face.
A chopsticks weapon pierced through his eyeballs, after being glued by someone out of nowhere.
“B4NGSAAATTT!” colleagues wrath.
“SERAAAAANGGGGG!!” They're moving forward.
Fights happen too.
^^^TO BE CONTINUED.....^^^
