The Mission Down To The Heart

Prologues

...☕This story is a mere fiction. Sorry if there is a similarity in the names of the characters and the scene. Please be wise in reading, impregnated word for word, so that the purpose reaches the heart of the reader☕...

Singapore, singapore,

Crews!

The sound of the trigger of a ready-to-fire rifle is pulled by the hand of a man. He was hiding in an open room dressed in all-black clothes, on the roof of a separate building with his herd. He remained in a lying position. His hand was holding a MKEK MPT-76 rifle.

A rifle with a caliber of 7.62 millimeters. It is rated as effective as the G-3, as reliable as the AK-47, and as lightweight as the M16. The rifle has an effective range of up to 600 meters and is capable of aiming at 600 rounds per minute with a muzzle velocity of 800 per second.

He connected with his herd using a small object in their ears. Ericko Juanda, a very mature secret agent in terms of aiming. He was with his two herdsmen, Rio and Dilan. They're just like Ericko, an agent.

Their target this time is to bring home a high-class fugitive involved in a corruption case. The seconds of waiting for their target target are boring for them.

"He's coming!" exclaim Dilan who was in the car park of a hotel. Dilan told his flock.

"Slide." replied Rio who was already disguised as a hotel attendant. "There were three guards. Two people on the back and left. One man on the right.

Ericko's getting tense. The message from his superior is, bring the target without blisters. His eyes were ready to shoot.

Dor's!

The chest of a fat man was bleeding profusely. They're all on guard.

Dor's!

The other man's right stomach was hit by a gunshot. The target was about to escape with his bodyguard remaining one person.

Dor's!

The hot tin shot perfectly through the skin of the third man's forehead.

Dilan and Rio instantly did their job of carrying their target. Handcuffed him and took him to the car.

Dilan thanked the hotel. Promise to clear up the news that might threaten the reputation of the hotel.

Ericko cleaned up the tools. Get a phone call from his mother. She smiles. Holding up the call immediately.

"Assalamualaikum, my mistress, dear."

"Waalaikum salam. Home, Son. Today Kalena will be buried"

Ericko's body became stiff. Tongue's cow. His eyes suddenly looked bright. He still did not understand the meaning of his mother's words. He can only stay. Reassure his mother's words.

"Back, Rick. Kalena today was found in her rented room hanging herself."

Ericko's blood suddenly boiled. His eyes were already wet by the outpouring of tears on his cheeks.

"Yes, Mom. Ricko's home."

On the way to bring the target, Ericko more silent. Save a variety of flavors due to separation. Really, there is a lot he wants to say. However, he will hold. Until they find clarity.

Ericko handed everything over to Rio and Dilan. He went straight to Kalena's house in Bandung. Kalena is buried. Mamah Kalena greeted Ericko with a cry. Makes Ericko's heart more sliced.

Ericko headed for the tomb that a few hours ago bore as an ex-lover. He looked at the tomb and smiled sadly.

"I knew. All that lives will come back to Him. My job is to just let you go. Your job is to be happy there. To destroy me, is not a waste"

Ericko smiled. Get up from his squatting position. Removing her tears. Leaving everything about Kalena.

*****

Jakarta, two days before the body was found

18. 45 WIB

Crings ... crings .. crings!

Kalena's left hand picked up the phone handle that rang from her desk. A man's voice came from behind the phone. His voice is very distinctive and heavy. Kalena had already memorized the owner of the voice.

Her name is Kalena, a secretary at one of the Malik Group's private companies. Still glued in front of the computer screen with blue light. Speed up his fingers to caress the letter keys on that computer keyboard. His supervisor asked for a report on employee performance results. The boss gives it up to seven o'clock in the evening.

"Hello, honey," he said warmly after finding out who called. A full-fledged smile on his lips. The longing was so intense for him.

"Hello too, my dear. Still work?" ask a man from the other end of the phone.

That is Ericko Juanda. Girlfriend from Kalena. A trained and secret agent. Working for the country. They are separated by distance, time, and body. Ericko is on a mission with his herd. However, Kalena did not know. All Kalena knows is, is, Ericko is a regular office clerk like herself.

"It's over soon, really. All handing over reports. What are you, my dear?"

Ericko started telling stories. Start telling her lies and falsehoods. He has not been able to reveal his true identity to Kalena. Afraid that Kalena would leave him. He prefers to hide the truth. Until he is ready to reveal who he is.

Eventually, Kalena finished her job. He glanced at the aesthetically-mounted wall clock on the wall to the right of his room. He had to end that phone call.

"Frequently phone dong, dear," Kalena protested to Ericko.

"Yes, if there's time. Be careful going home, yes. Good night, honey," said Ericko.

"Good night too, dear." Kalena pressed the end call button.

The phone call ended. Kalena tidied up her desk. Preparing to bring the report to the head of his company, Zamroni Malik. A leader of the company, Malik Group engaged in food and property. Zamroni company is very famous in Jakarta, entering the ranks of the ten richest people in Jakarta.

Kalena knocks on the door of her superior room carefully. Waiting for an answer from inside.

"Come in," the heavy voice of the middle-aged man rang out to the outside of the room. Kalena opened the door. Step into the room.

Kalena handed over the report that was in her hands. Zamroni. Then put a signature at the bottom of the report. "Len, I still have an appointment with Mr. Alex. Later if he comes, immediately tell me to enter my room," Zamroni explained.

Alex Sanjaya, a businessman in the same field as Zamroni. They often had meetings, whether it was just gathering, or to discuss cooperation.

"Well, wait for Alex again. It's 7pm," Kalena's inner heart.

"Okay, sir," Kalena replied briefly.

Soon, the guests who were waiting came. Kalena immediately let Alex into the room Zamroni. Kalena can only wait. That's how his job is, he can only go home after his boss comes home if he is in the office.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours, an hour goes to two hours. The two middle-aged men still did not come out of his room. Kalena started to rile, she dared herself to go in and ask for permission to go home.

He knocked on the door of the Zamroni room. There is no lawfulness. He tried to knock it back. There is still no lawfulness. Kalena ventured into the room. The situation inside the room was not as Kalena expected.

It turns out that Zamroni and Alex are having a serious discussion. However, Kalena also smelled alcohol there. Besides discussing, Zamroni and Alex turned out to be having a booze party. Kalena heard their conversation.

Clearly every word that came out of Alex and Zamroni's mouth was recorded very well by Kalena's ears and brain.

"Will it interfere with my candidacy?" ask Zamroni. Alex convinces his best friend that their plan will be safe.

Zamroni smiled cunningly and nodded in agreement. That's how the two entrepreneurs are. They are indeed close friends. Their toxic circle of friendship makes Zamroni always follow the crazy idea of Alex Sanjaya. They did not know the whereabouts of Kalena who had listened to their conversation.

Kalena was about to sneak out. But alas, Zamroni knew of his whereabouts.

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Hi hai hai

Assalamualaikum readers hi-hi-hi. Othor come back's. How's it? Pretty tense, right? Or less? hi-hi-hi

This is othor's latest work. Keep looking forward to his story.

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