Ashgard: Ambition and Purpose
North Island #39

In the afternoon, exactly at four in the afternoon. Prime with his team has arrived, even they have reached the island since two hours ago. Once anchored on that very beautiful tropical island. They immediately visited a small settlement located not far from the pier. It only takes fifteen minutes.

"It looks like you guys are very alert, huh?" cetus Prime was walking in the footsteps of a man who was a fisherman who escorted his team.

As long as he walked, and even to the settlement. Prime's eyes glanced not far from some residents who looked very wary of the newcomers, especially for people who wore white clothes. Even some locals had stopped the steps of two foreign tourists wearing white clothes.

"Yes, this is how we have been for 23 years" the fisherman replied.

Arriving in a small settlement with simple houses, even the majority were just huts. Prime and his team were greeted very friendly and lively. Even their welcome was already like welcoming a group of heroes who had come.

Step by step, Prime finally arrived at a house that is not too big. The house is the house of the fisherman, who also turned out to be the head of the village.

"Um .. This is how we are, sorry if it does not make you comfortable" said the fisherman very politely to Prime.

Prime smiled and said, "no problem, we're used to this."

"Oh yes, you can set up a tent over there," said the fisherman, referring to a large field on the edge of the settlement.

Prime immediately told his team to build a camp on the field. As they build, do not forget they interact and continue to get closer to the surrounding population. Same with Prime.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet" Prime told the fisherman.

The fisherman was a little surprised, because he also forgot to introduce himself. "Oh yes, you can call me Mavi, I have been a fisherman since the age of 17 years until now" he said.

"Greetings, Prime. It's good to work with you." Prime smiled and shook Mavi's hand.

After that, Mavi stepped towards the end of the available field. Followed by Prime behind him. They also arrived and immediately looked at the beach with the white sand, and the sparkling blue sea water reflected the sunlight. The sea and beach conditions this afternoon are quite calm, followed by the sea breeze that blows not too tight but soft.

"This is the shoreline of the northern part of the island, and we were anchored at the northern entrance of the island. From here we can also watch the sunrise and sunset" said Mavi, pointing east and west.

"And ... only this northern region is left for us" he continued. On the look of his face was clearly a deep sadness.

Prime was silent while standing next to Mavi, and listened to him speak. He doesn't know what really happened to this island. But he was very empathetic with the sadness that Mavi felt.

"What has Clone Nostra done on this island?" ask Prime.

Mavi was surprised and told Prime to whisper when he mentioned the syndicate's name. "God!!! Don't mention that name!" he said with a whispering intonation and one index finger he put on his lips. His eyes glanced there and there, as if making sure no one heard Prime speak. Concern mixed with fear was evident in his eyes.

"They .. they controlled almost 95% of the island, and .. enslaved some of us who had not had time to escape to the northern region of the island." Mavi bowed when she said it. His eyes were quite teary, and the grim look of his face could no longer be hidden.

Prime was silent to hear this. He turned to approach a coconut tree not far from him, and leaned on the tree.

***

Night, seven o'clock. In the middle of urban. There is no sign of bad people committing criminal acts. A peaceful night. Colored with the hustle and bustle of people who are busy with themselves or their respective activities.

The presence of the police who continue to patrol, certainly makes the community feel much safer and more comfortable to do their activities at night. But in the midst of that safety and comfort. There is a sense of restlessness and anxiety to step up and make decisions.

The people in the red jacket, more precisely the Red Rascals. Tonight they were made unable to move anywhere. They can only hide and stay in a very remote place on the outskirts of town. Only that place was untouched and touched by the patrolling officers. Unless, if anyone leaks or reports the place to the police. Then it will be a different story.

Once they leave their territory. Of course they will be immediately known to the apparatus easily. Moreover, their identity as Red Rascals, and as a group allied with Clone Nostra is already known by the authorities.

"Tch! I'm so bored with this kind of situation!" a man in a red jacket seemed to be clucking in annoyance and grumbling by himself.

"We will follow the way to play Clone Nostra, therefore the tempo is very slow as it is now." Suddenly, a man's voice with a heavy, cold intonation was heard. The man in the red jacket walked up to his partner who was upset and grumbled by himself.

The man was apparently a very important person for the Red Rascals, or arguably he was the leader of the group.

"But we can't continue to be subordinates and their errand continues, Felix. Will we continue to be slaves to the cartel?"

Suddenly another voice came from a woman. The woman stepped closer to Felix, and directly wrapped her hands around Felix's neck and kissed him with tenderness. That woman is very beautiful. But behind her beautiful face, it seemed to clearly hold a wicked and cunning aura of its own.

"Of course not. I have my own goals, baby. However, we must follow Clone Nostra first at the beginning. After all, we get paid what we deserve from them." Felix answered the words of the woman he called with the "honey" call.

***

Return to La Luna Island. Clone Nostra seems to be busy. Indeed, as always and almost always they will continue to be busy. As a syndicate or a group that has a "business" that is plentiful and ubiquitous. Clone Nostra almost never sleeps, maybe even almost no time to rest.

Tonight, there are so many Tokyo boys in the courtyard of his luxury villa. People who wear the same clothes are white tuxedos. They seemed to be busy moving some wooden boxes, and some clearly visible weaponry to the armory.

The armory is located right next to the villa. Just need to go down the small hill where the villa is located, then it will go straight to the armory.

"Oi! Be careful when carrying it! If not then you will explode, do not let this villa collapse because of your carelessness." Tokyo's voice sounded clear with firm intonation. He stood on the balcony, and warned two people in the courtyard who were struggling to carry a large wooden box.

"Get ready, Boss!" With enough ketar-ketir when carrying it, because hearing objects in this box can explode. The two men became very careful in stepping their feet towards the armory.

Tokyo just leaned back and stayed on the second-floor balcony. But even so, his eyes could not remain silent. He continued to monitor his men who were seen being busy in the yard and arsenal. Their numbers are very crowded, maybe even almost hundreds of people are in his villa tonight. They were all wearing the same white tuxedo, some wearing only hoodies. But the color is the same, the color is white.

"I think my goal can be achieved, if I use all the power I have," murmured Tokyo by itself. His gaze was fixed on his people who seemed to be neatly arranging wooden boxes in front of his arsenal. Yes, the armory can be seen clearly through the balcony where he is currently located.

The night wind was blowing pretty hard up there. Despite the cold of the night it began to seep into the bones. Tokyo did not feel the cold at all. Because his heart and himself have been very cold, maybe even frozen.

A thin smile yet with a cunning expression etched. Sharp look. At this time, his mind was drifting everywhere. All he thought about was the myriad of evil plans, as well as the next steps he would take. He and Clone Nostra are very ambitious, will take this step. Whatever happens. His burning ambition would be extremely difficult to extinguish.

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Seriate.