After Two Decades
Grand Battle

I walked down that corridor step by step. The corridor turned to the left. At the end is a door. Carefully we will approach the door. For a moment I turned my head, the corridor to the left looked quiet and somewhat dark. From a distance looks a hallway flanked by walls that also ends in a door.

I tried to open that door. But I can't, I tried as hard as I can still not. Probably locked from the inside. So I decided to continue to walk into the corridor towards the left. Step quietly and carefully. However, not a few steps I walked, the sound of the door opening. My steps suddenly froze on the spot, in that second I reached for my weapon. I'm sure the sound came from the door I was trying to open. That door could not open. Why did the door suddenly ring? Then there must be someone in there, and that person is now opening the door.

I flipped my body as fast as lightning and brandished a weapon.

However, at that moment I was stunned and at the same time relieved. That man was Jan. He was surprised by my movements, for a few seconds we held each other's weapons.

"You seem to." I'm taking down the revolver.

"Shhhhh!" Jan took down the weapon and quickly moved towards me. He was very attentive around.

"Listen to me" he said. "The whole place in this building is being watched by an invisible camera. We'll be discovered soon enough, so don't be surprised if suddenly there's an army of guards attacking!"

I nodded in understanding.

"Come on!" Jan walked down that corridor. Stepping in style is exactly like a spy in the movies. I caughtup.

Without the need for cueing or command, I took the initiative to walk backwards into Jan. Pay attention and secure the back area, while my best friend is focused forward. With such cooperation, we can be more vigilant against any person who can appear and attack suddenly. My revolver's in hand, ready to spew bullets. Jan is too. There is no indescribable sense of adrenaline, pride, ambition, and passion that explodes in me.

We step slowly. Slow and alert. To keep our steps from being heard.

"We're heading to the top floor" Jan said. "We can't use the elevator, we'll be doomed until they find out. The elevator in this building is equipped with a security system that can lock us inside. That's why we have to go through the stairs."

I'm not listening.

"The second floor from the top, is a workspace owned by Junior Fadz-Riel, the sole owner of the building and all of these businesses. We'll go to him directly to get our business done!"

"Alright, if he is the owner of this Green Floor Building, he should be responsible for his actions!" sahutku. The hand grip on the revolver is getting tighter. My jaw hardened. Our steps came to the end of the road. Jan tried to open the door. It was difficult to open at first, but Jan managed to force it. However, as soon as the door opened, we were greeted by a barrage of bullets. Assault rifles roared and thumped at the hands of the dozens of combat troops who confronted us ahead.

Jan and I swiftly dropped down. Bullets were passing above us. I turned the position, aiming the weapon at the combat troops. Reply to shoot several times. One by one they fell. However, free, their numbers are numerous. They also slowly approached us.

"How now?" my many. "They are numerous and armed."

"Well, there is no other choice, forced to do this," replied Jan as he reached into his pocket. Take out some tube-shaped weapons as big as a drink can. Make no mistake, however, that weapon is the latest smoke bomb whose smoke can kill an inhaled person in a matter of seconds. So hot.

Jan prepared, three units of smoke bombs that were in his grasp ready to be detonated. He handed the revolver to me temporarily. Then he carefully tried to reopen the door. Once the door was pushed slowly and opened a slight gap, then immediately with an agile movement and very fast he threw the bombs and then closed the door again. All done with gapah and agile in a short time. Then there was a loud explosion three times in a row from behind the door. The screams of the people. Panic cries, coughing sounds, choking sounds and choking breaths, raucous screams, and agonizing squeals.

From behind us came about three to four guards. With a grim face they ran towards us carrying a long-barreled weapon. But Jan and I didn't lose focus and alertness. With each revolver, we deftly hurled bullets without the slightest sound. Without mercy, there was no gap for them to attack. Not for half a minute, the people who came to us fell down.

Finished with them, we turned back to the door. The commotion had already stopped, Jan opened the door slowly. We rushed through the door, arriving in the corridor again. Jan shut the door tight. We stepped carefully, as there were more than a dozen bodies lying on the floor. I researched one by one. All members of the force were dressed alike, in green, with the symbol of the Green Floor Building emblazoned on the left chest. The suit was similar to the suit of the mysterious forces that attacked the laboratory earlier this afternoon. It's just that the mysterious assailant was wearing a white shirt and there was no symbol on their chest. They also use a headscarf and a mask that covers the face.

"Their clothes are similar to those lab attackers!" hisisku.

"Of course" replied Jan. I kept my revolver and then knelt down near one of the bodies lying down. I snatched the assault rifle he still held. Jan imitated my actions, he took the weapon. He even took two units. I don't know if he could use two assault rifles at once or just carry them in case he ran out of ammo. So we resumed our steps with a new weapon, the M16 type assault rifle.

We arrived at the three-way intersection of the corridor. We are looking at each other. I'm facing left, Jan's facing right. And our actions were very precise, because from both ends of the corridor came again the security forces of the building. So not waiting for anything, the rifle roared and mutilated dozens of bullets in a few seconds. The opposing forces carried the same weapons, but they lost quickly. Not waiting for a long time, the troops that came immediately fell down. Violent bullets hit them.

"You go on up there, we meet up! Prepare for a big battle!" exclaim Jan.

I nodded, then we immediately ran in the opposite direction. Distanced each other. I walked down that corridor while continuing to fire the M16 in the hand blindly. There was no chance for a single person who had just appeared there to shoot. The second they arrived before me, the second the bullet penetrated them and fell lifeless. I arrived at the end of the road, to the left was the stairs leading to the top floor. It was seen that the opposing forces kept coming. So I'm unforgiving, this vibration in my hand by the M16 is unrelenting. I stormed like an evil man. When I finally ran out of bullets, I immediately threw away the weapon. Then without hesitation took the new M16 assault rifle out of the hands of my victim who was already lying down. Like the soldiers who had refilled the ammunition, I went back into a rampage with a rifle. The thump and the roar of the bullet did not stop. Little by little I stepped up the stairs. Every rung of stairs after the rung I climbed, the more victims fell. Whether given what I was lucky, there was not a single right opponent bullet attack hit me. I continued to advance bravely when there was no protector in my body. Even though the slightest movement is wrong, my life history can end here. However, that doesn't scare me in the least. I was alone in this area, while the opposing forces kept coming, but I was still able to defend.

I arrived at the end of the stairs. I stopped and knelt down, watching the room. The room was a restaurant, but at the moment the atmosphere was very rowdy. The visitors screamed hysterically from panic and fear. Someone ran there to here, some were afraid of being hit by stray bullets, some were crying, some were hiding under the table, anyway the whole room was really noisy. I looked sharply, the room was more crowded by the green-clad troops than the general visitors. I thought for a moment, if I shot at them, I could target and hit an innocent visitor.

When I turned my brain, I suddenly heard a gunshot from across the room. The shot added to the panic of all visitors in the room, as the shot had broken a lamp hanging in the middle of the room. The right shot shut off the main lighting of the room. Then the room went dark. Although it is actually not completely dark, because there are still a number of lights attached to the wall and several other sources of lighting. I know who fired that shot, of course Jan. I could see it at the base of the stairs across from where I was.

Visitors were evacuated by several officers to leave the room. Some use the elevator, some are crammed in the face of the stairs across there. While the stairs where I was, and the stairs where Jan was, were guarded by security forces. The green-clad troops remained on standby in their respective positions. They were also reluctant to fire from there, fearing it would hurt visitors. They chose to wait for the evacuation of all visitors to be completed. Jan and I also waited in their respective positions with no less vigilance.

After all the visitors were confirmed to have been evacuated, there was nothing left in the room, then the troops in green clothes immediately stormed. I don't want to lose, the M16 in my hand went berserk indiscriminately. Within seconds, my victims continued to fall. However, they were like endless, the more the more the more the more that came.

In that half-dark room, sparks splashed here and there. The ceiling was filled with the sound of explosions of guns clashing loudly. Or the screams of the troops who were shot by bullets. I'm backtracking, downstairs. My gun's out of ammo. So I immediately threw it away, then grabbed the weapon belonging to my victim who was lying on the body of the stairs. Turns out the weapons I got were different, not the M16 assault rifles. A machine gun similar to the M134 Minigun. Because the machine gun I took was the latest weapon that was designed smaller and lighter. The green-clothed troops surrounded the stairs, but with machine guns in my hands they were nothing. Without hesitation my machine gun charged in, its barrels spinning rapidly. Hundreds of bullets shot out. My weapon roared ferociously, three-four-five to nine victims were killed.