The Mission Down To The Heart

Bright Point

...☕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☕...

Dilan listened to the girl's story carefully and deliberately recorded it. He felt sorry for the prisoners there. What was wrong with being a victim in the network? Not finished Dilan heard the story of the girl, the men of large stature came with food.

It was unexpected for Dilan. Dilan thought they would be given food. But it turns out, their food is very tempting tongue and meets the nutritional standards applied by the government.

"There's still a sense of humanity as well as them, the food is four healthy five perfect 6 amazing!" he cried in his heart while grinning.

They were given food rations one by one. No one made a sound when they got the food. Until the girl who weighed her weight tried to escape. There was a chase there.

"Well, what a run, we'll get caught too!" the girl next to Dilan again.

"Eat! Enjoy the rest of our lives by being grateful for what is in front of us right now" he added.

Dilan smiled wryly hearing that. Even he did not know what his fate would be like tomorrow, but his words of wisdom were reminiscent of Almighty God.

They all ate in silence. Only the clanking sounds of spoons and plates clashing dominated the basement. Dilan waits for the night to communicate with his flock.

While waiting, Dilan noticed the surrounding area. His mouth was like a spell. Count the number of prisoners there. Seeing the captive state that his eyes could reach.

Then look at the roof of the room. He tried to imagine the way out he would take when he could escape. He sat down by leaning against the wall. A very quiet atmosphere resuscitated him, there was the sound of water gurgling that seemed to be from the top.

Dilan tried to ask the girl next to him, "Hey, what are you called? We haven't met yet!"

"Mudrika. Commonly called Rica. You alone?"

"Dilan. Oh yeah, you hear the water gurgling from, up?"

Rika nodded, "I don't know above what. But I heard it."

Dilan. He can't know the above. Dilan's stomach suddenly began to break his heart, "If you want to shirk, how?"

"Leave a scream asking to be delivered to the bathroom, would I like to example?"

Dilan. Rika calls the guards and tells them that Dilan wants to pee. Dilan was escorted to the bathroom by the guard. A chance for him to observe the surroundings.

Evening came, Dilan followed his role. When told to eat, he will eat, when he will be told to sleep he will sleep. Dilan made sure everything was asleep and the guards would not visit their room, then he began to act.

He tried to make a call using a smartwatch made by Rio. Their belongings are all interconnected with their flock to each other.

"Where, Lan? A year?" sahut Rio from the end of that voice.

"Your bald ass! The churn moves, ah! There's a bright spot, this."

"Prophe dong, man! We are again setting up a strategy! In addition to snatching up, we should also be able to save the hostages."

Dilan began to tell me about what he had heard. Ericko who had heard the conversation of Dilan and Rika, nodded towards Rio sign in agreement. Dilan repeated the story until it was finished. Not a single thing was left of his mouth. All words glide beautifully to uncover the truth.

"Gue ask the same of you before acting, find out the environment surrounding this old warehouse. I heard the water from above. I don't know what's above, I don't know for sure. So, find out first. Who knows, later we will need a shortcut" explained Dilan while still whispering.

"Yes, baffles!"

"Okay, I'm sleepy! I want to rest." Dilan ended her communication connection with Rio. Started to close his eyes enjoying his chance to sleep despite being in a precarious state.

Morning comes to wake people from their dreams. Gives hope to those who plead earnestly. Like yesterday night and day, the guard gave breakfast to his prisoners.

After eating, Dilan observed one by one the faces of the people who were victims of the kidnapping. Seemed faint, lethargic, and resigned. Sadness dominates their aura more than existing resignation. As she was drifting in the cradle of sadness, Rika called the guard.

He wants to go to the bathroom. Rika escorted the guard to the bathroom. I don't know what happened, when Rika returned her right eye had turned blue. The corner of his lips still spit out a little blood. And he was dragged away by the guard who delivered him.

Dilan miris saw that. A woman to experience such cruelty? What punishment is appropriate for them? What a shame for the kidnapping network.

"Aren't you papa, Rika?" ask Dilan.

Rika smiled wryly, "No papa, really."

"Why can you, then?"

"Tried to escape, failed. I can advise you. But, I also want to be free, Lan!"

Dilan nodded, "I know, but patiently. God must have helped His servant at the right time."

"But, when?" ask Rika with a tone that rises an octave.

"I don't know. But it's gonna happen."

Rika chose silence not to answer Dilan's words. There is no certainty in this. So, Rika thinks everything is just an empty hope that will never materialize.

Then two guards came and opened the room of the girl who weighed yesterday. The girl thrashed back. Trying to negotiate so he doesn't get executed. The girl's cry grew even more shrill as it was forcefully pulled into a room.

Dilan began to rile, his herd never gave word when they would move. Not enough information that he gave yesterday?

While deep in thought, there was a man in glasses who came with another man called Bang Jack. They entered the room where the girl was. Dilan is getting riled up. Will they start their plan now?

The screams and shrieks of a girl's voice were heard very clearly in the ears of all the prison inmates. Suddenly, the voice disappeared.

"Okay Dilan, focus!" dilan said to himself. Tried to contact the herd but somehow couldn't connect.

"Where the hell are they?"

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