Red Box
Bullet 21: Special Unit Forming
Roni at most, I thought.
Do not want to be known already at home, I'm a way to sneak toward the exit.
As expected, Roni was pacing indistinctly at the door. I just peeked out from behind the keyhole, lazily opening it.
Actually, it was a big gamble. It could be, he was called over to continue the task of calling me. But because I'm still tired, I don't want to go overtime.
If it is the job of the superior, he will definitely return again, I thought, trivial.
Anyway as long as there has been no clear summoning, I decided not to flinch.
After not opening the door, Roni finally gave up, just left. Without hesitation or guilt, I went back into the room. Without a second thought, I started to fall asleep until I finally fell asleep. When I woke up, the clock showed at seven in the morning. I took a shower and went to work like nothing had happened.
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“Sorry yesterday overslept.”
In the workspace, I even, still took the time to reply to Fira's message.
I think he was upset, because the four messages he sent I didn't reply. Even if it's not important, it's not polite.
“Turn you where, Lang?” roni asked, sitting next to me, “I samperin at home, locked up. In fact, the car is already there,” he continued.
“Emang you come by what time?”
I pretended to forget.
“After I went straight to lo's house!” Ronny.
“Oh, means I'm fit again go eat out.”
I'm still continuing mode 378, aka fraud. While continuing to type messages. How else, the talk is no more important than this matter.
After sending a few apology messages, Fira finally replied back. A little pleasantry and explained the circumstances yesterday, I immediately said goodbye, because it was in working hours. We just started chatting casually.
“Later connect again out of home, yes,” I wrote.
“Chatting-an ama who, lu?” ask Roni.
“Kepo lu!” I replied, hastily turned off the phone, “kemarin, you what are you, ampe to home everything?” I continued, distracting.
“Pake nanya, which yesterday I WA is, what else?” sewotnya.
“Udah I make technical analysis, just make a report doang," I replied, "oh yes sem*k you, tuh at mo..”
Suddenly, Roni stood up, making me instantly stop talking.
“Again, Ndan!” sapana.
Seeing everyone reacting similarly, I rushed to my feet.
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A middle-aged man entered the room, wearing a uniform bearing the emblem of one corner flower five. His body was still firm, although wrinkles began to fill his face.
His eye bags may appear to be slackening, but his eyes are still very sharp and piercing. Carrying several files, Kompol Suyanto, aka Om Yanto, aka the head of the rescue unit responsible directly to Kapolresta, entered with very loud footsteps.
In fact, we all work in the resort area of the city, precisely the area around the capital, and led by a Kapolresta and Wakapolresta. Below it again, there are ¹Kabag and ²Kasat.
Before joining the cyber members, I was an identification member focused on data forensics and record keeping. The increase in cybercrime forced Om Yanto to take the step of establishing a special unit, and withdrawing me from the identification unit, in order to solve this problem as soon as possible.
Actually, I'm more competent at handling data, rather than internet browsing that requires program capabilities. On the other hand, people around me are much more knowledgeable about programs and networks, given their focus from the beginning on cybercrime.
“You've returned, Lang?” the Sapa Om Yanto.
“Ready, done, commander!” my answer.
“Cause!” yells.
“Ready!” my answer.
“Sorry directly love the task, can identify the video now, no?”
“Bby, ndan.”
“Send him the file, Ron!”
“Ready!”
Roni pretended to open the computer, then whispered, “that was yesterday, Lang!”
Sighing, I took the laptop from inside the bag. I finished the job yesterday, so all I did was present.
“So, basically the video was cut and edited, without changing the authenticity of the meta data,” I explained, “what is this evidence taken from social media?” my continue.
“Youseube is social media, isn't it?”
Om Yanto asked back.
“Samely, ndan anyway!” I said, showing the results of yesterday's frame cut analysis, “cutting duration is not so long, a few minutes at the beginning, then a few seconds in many frames. It seems, it is for the benefit of editing effects that are just entertainment,” continued me.
While checking, Om Yanto nodded his head.
“So that?” muttered.
“I analyzed all the pixel build-up as a result of the editing process using ³ELA, and rearranged the rest of the frame. After being repaired, the origin of the evidence was finally traced, ” I explained, “video was taken using a middle-class digital camera, and made two months ago, exactly the 16th. In conclusion, the video is original, and can be used as evidence, although there are several edits,” concluded.
Suddenly, Om Yanto looked at Roni, then took turns looking at everyone. He seemed upset, so everyone immediately threw their faces away.
“Yang yesterday said, this video can not be used as evidence, go forward!” yells.
Everyone seemed to be bowed until finally, the fellow on my right advanced. The man looked lethargic, the road with a moody face.
His chin was split, straight-haired, and had thick eyebrows. Her ears are small and look red. Apparently, he is Galih.
“Push up a hundred times!” om Yanto's Order.
“Ready, commander!”
Take a position immediately.
“T-Wait, ndan!” intercept me, “Galih I want to tell you to file a report, pity it a little sapped,” continued, while winking.
Om Yanto shook his head, forced to agree to my request. While Galih started working on the report file. While waiting, he took her out.
“Where was the event yesterday, Lang?” tanyanya, “suka no?” continued.
We were walking in the hallway, heading towards the headquarters kitchen. Instantly, I realized, she was also involved in the matchmaking event yesterday.
“Pantesan aja known to important people's children,” mumbled.
“Where, Lang?”
He asked again.
“Yes, that's it, om,” I replied, ignoring the formalities, considering the things being talked about are private.
“If you don't like it, hell!” abugn.
“Oh, yes video is what case, ndan?”
I went back to being formal, shifting the conversation to the topic of work.
“I see, the perpetrator in the video opened a malicious website using anonymous,”.
“Oh, you've analyzed that too, huh?” Om Yanto's.
Arriving in the kitchen, we immediately asked to make coffee, sitting in a long chair that was available there.
“I have checked open, but can not,” akuku, “in some discussion forums, explained that it is an illegal box trading site, and allegedly violates international law,”.
“Emang,” replied Om Yanto, lightly, “the person in the video was found dead with a number of indications of torture,” he continued.
“Turned?”
“You saw that video too, right? Looks like, he bought a box related to the case which is now again rame.”
“Means?”
“You can see the news, later. I feel like I'm holding the tail of a snake.”
When discussing the case Om Yanto seemed very excited.
Simultaneously, OB headquarters brought us our ordered coffee. With a smile, he presented it, then hurried away. In the meantime, I'm just pensive. I don't know why, my feeling got bad.
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