The Mafia's Asmara Cage

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An SUV is speeding on a deserted Los Angeles street in the early hours of the morning. The black car was headed for a junkyard more commonly known as an old car cemetery. Car tires squeak on slippery asphalt by oil damp liquid. Two people immediately descended with his hasty steps.

“Where is the location?” ask a man who talks through earphone connections.

He was Wilson, a well-built man typical of federal agents. In his hand he cocked the firearm with a watchful gaze around the pitch-black place. Only the lamp of his firearm gave light to the direction he was heading.

“The signal is bad, I have not been able to find its location.” A woman chimed in. The woman got out of the car with a smaller gun.

“We split!” tell Wilson to his partner, Alicia.

Alicia instantly understood his boss's orders. They walked around, alert at every corner of this vast, dark area. Wilson went north, while Alicia went south. His eyes remained vigilant watching the surroundings of the place.

“Here jeep type car graveyard area. The iron material can scramble the signal of our communication tools. Follow me five minutes later you don't hear my voice,” Alicia's message. He exhaled his breath tensely. Sweat on his back as well. Several times he exhaled his coarse breath to dissipate the tension.

“Control yourself Alice, we will get out of this place safely. Pay attention to the mines on the ground, it's the hallmark of Maximo.” Wilson mentioned the name of a mobster he believed was connected to the matter. The loss of one of their co-workers.

“Are you sure that Gerald followed Maximo here?” Alicia began to hesitate as she did not find any clues.

“That's what he reported last time. So look for the thorough. I'm sure Gerald still survives in this place.” Wilson was so sure.

“Akh!” suddenly, Alicia's voice sounded. His voice was clearly heard in Wilson's ear.

“What's up?” Wilson turned around. With the light from his weapon lights, he illuminated Alicia's passing direction. His eyes narrowed trying to see Alicia's figure in the dark.

“I stepped on a rat. Very laughable,” complained Alicia who shuddered in disgust.

“Akh you are still the same. Fear of the weak.” Wilson snorted in annoyance at his subordinates.

“Don't tease me Wilson. You are also afraid of butterflies, it is more laughable.” Alicia reply teased. His eyes barked in annoyance even though the man was not in front of him.

Wilson did not chim in, he just smiled wryly. At a time like this, something changed his mind. Wilson refocused and still remained vigilant when he saw a shadow as it approached him.

“Wilson, I found something.” Alicia's voice was heard again.

“What?” Wilson.

“Chip GPS Gerald.” Alicia looked at the small thing that was accidentally stepped on by her. His hands were wrapped in black gloves, disguising a small object in his hands.

“Tikus and chips, stay alert Alicia. There will likely be a warehouse or building near you. It's possible that Gerald was sealed in there.” Wilson's alibi.

“I understand.”

Alicia continued her steps to comb the place. Sleeking with his slow and careful steps. Sure enough, from a distance he saw a sturdy building that stood behind a pile of sedan cars that had become junk.

“I found it Wilson, ten o'clock direction.” Alicia jumped while swallowing her saliva rough. His heart was pounding increasingly faster, guessing what might be inside that warehouse.

Without waiting long Wilson soon caught up with his partner. He accelerated his pace and sure enough, in front of them was a car parts storage building that had not been taken care of for a long time.

“Gerald signal is starting to read, it looks like he really is inside.” Alicia looked at the watch in her hand and the indicator light flashed red. He exhaled violently, there was little hope that they would find his teammates.

“Tetap alert. Protect me, I'll be in front of you.” Wilson advanced first and Alicia was behind him.

They sneak into an old, dusty, damp building. Rows of drums became the occupants of this spacious room. The smell of poisonous substances smelled stinging all over the room. Wilson and Alicia were both wearing masks as her breathing began to tighten. They moved quickly combing the room with wary gazes.

“I found it!” exclaimed Wilson when he saw a body figure seen leaning in the ranks of drums that contain oil.

“Sial! It's Gerald!” exclaim Wilson again who immediately ran to Gerald. Alicia followed him with a feeling of unease.

Wilson and Alicia both look tense, not sure if Gerald is still alive. But just hope the estimate is wrong. “I'll check it out, you stay alert.”

“Ya.”

Wilson's closing in. He crouched down in front of Gerald's body and examined the carotid pulse on his neck. There's no pulsation. He also checked his breath, no more gasps. He touched Gerald's body and before long it drooped stiffly.

“Agen Gerald, fall,” Wilson said weakly, bowing languidly before Gelrald who had become a corpse. Again, one of his men again failed in their mission to capture Maximo, the Mafia.

“Akh, shit!” grunts Alicia. He rubbed his face rough as well as taking off his communication tools. One of his comrades had fallen and he had lost his best friend all this time, he could only raise his head to ward off the tears of loss that were dripping in the corners of his eyes.

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The sound of alarm teased a girl from her deep sleep. The owner of the slightly gaping mouth with the smooth snoring sound that he was snoring was immediately awakened. His hand was looking for something on his bedside table but nothing.

“Akh! Where did that fucking weker go?” the girl was frustrated and soon woke up even though her eyes were closed. He was still very sleepy but the sound was too disturbing. He looked under the blanket, nothing. Checking under his bed is also not there. He had to open his eyes wider to look for the plug.

“There it seems to be you, damn thing!” the girl exasperated at the plug that was above her tube computer. Behind the computer was an id card hanging with her name, Samantha.

Samantha immediately turned off the plug and went back to bed. He slept there staring at the ceiling of his room.

“Akh shit, my sleepiness is gone because of that weker. Gerald shouldn't have set it this early.” Samantha condemns the behavior of her brother who is often a prank.

In this apartment, Samantha lives with her foster sister, Gerald. They are two orphans who grew up in the same orphanage and decided to move to downtown Los Angles because they had to find work.

In the eyes of Samantha, to this day, Gerald status is still unemployed who often travel. Samantha worked as a taekwondo teacher at one of the schools. There was still an hour left before he left for work, he should still be able to laze around but Gerald really ruined his lazy time.

After her consciousness was full, Samantha decided to wake up. He stood in front of the sink, tying his long, dark hair. He washed his face and then brushed his teeth. Looking at her face in the mirror, Samantha seemed to think.

“Where did the boy go? Four days without coming back? Did he find a job or find the woman that got him stuck?” Samantha thought alone.

The bell's voice then sounded in front of the door. He immediately gargled, grinning at the mirror to check the cleanliness of his mouth. After being sure it was clean, he immediately went to open the door.

As the door opened, Samantha saw two men dressed in black and neat, standing before her. They also wear sunglasses and hats. His appearance is very closed. Only one thing Samantha knew, the man was wearing a necklace similar to Gerald's.

“You who? Who do you want to meet?” Samantha was so alert. He did not open the door wide, only his head was visible at the door.

“I'm Wilson and this is Alicia. We need to talk.” The words of the man named Wilson sounded quite stern.

“I don't know you. I've also been paying rent for this apartment until the end of the year. Please go,” said Samantha. He intended to close the door but suddenly the firm hand of the man named Wilson held him.

“Give us five minutes,” said the man while showing the necklace Samantha recognized as Gerald's.

“Who are you guys?” Samantha's getting more alert. Never once did he see the necklace come off Gerald's neck but this time two strangers had it.

Samantha was about to take the necklace from Wilson's hand but the man immediately dodged it. Samantha's hand did not lose quickly, she still tried to seize the necklace by clamping Wilson's hand between the door and forcibly pull the necklace.

“Akh!” Wilson complained and was forced to remove his hand from the necklace.

“This is my brother's necklace, how can you get it?” Samantha looked at the two people in wonder.

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