Calibra: A Delayed Taste
CALIBRA | CHAPTER 82

"Rajavali, Rajawali, monitor ready, Rajawali!"

"Ready, Rajawali is here." Ibra touches the ear attached to a communication device.

He glanced at the passing of people who alternately passed in and out of the meeting room. Ibra was at the door with five other colleagues. They occasionally comb through the situation while remaining focused on security.

"Report, Rajawali, air safe. Earth safe?"

"Earth is safe."

"Ready, continue. Stay focused and alert."

"Ready, continue." A grusukan sound was heard before communication was cut off.

Today the President will hold a limited meeting related to the National Strategic Project Evaluation (PSN) with a number of Cabinet Ministers at the Bogor Presidential Palace, West Java.

Ibra and a number of passport personnel were assigned to escort him in an orderly manner. Before serving, the commander has given instructions on what they should do.

Snipers hide in the highest places to monitor the area as a whole. Other teams are also divided into sections with their respective duties.

Previously the advance team had coordinated the location before the arrival of the president and the escorting unit.

Back at this time, Ibra gave his essence again to the circumstances around. He checked inside when the atmosphere was quite quiet. The meeting seems to have started. Ibra and some of his colleagues rushed in to guard the door from the inside.

Not long ago the President also climbed the podium to give a speech. The ministers in front of him focused on paying attention. The paspampres are busy documenting tasks covering and taking pictures of the atmosphere of the room.

Everything went peacefully for approximately 2 hours, until shortly Ibra heard the sound of sniper who exclaimed through the earpiece. "Ring 1, Ring 1, alert, Ring 1. Eagle, monitor the Eagle!"

"Safety detection. A suspicious person was spotted at 225 degrees southwest. Rajawali beware!"

Ibra and some fellow paspampres who stood guard inside had exchanged lyrics. Even though they do not seem to communicate, they actually throw signals that are not understood by ordinary people.

As much as possible they remained calm so as not to raise panic, although the ears could hear a little commotion that allegedly occurred outside the gate, the place that the sniper had mentioned earlier.

Quietly, Ibra opened the exit to confirm what had happened. From what was heard, a suspicious looking man seemed to be pacing back and forth near the gates of the presidential palace. The Ring 1 guards managed to intercept the suspicious person.

But because someone was putting up a fight, the officer was also forced to act decisively to bend him to his knees. Ibra observed it from the corridor quite a distance away.

He then approached because it seemed like the two Ibra colleagues seemed to have difficulty there. "What's wrong?"

One of them answered quickly. "This guy forced his way in with a bag. We're checking the contents of the bag" he said as he continued to hold the man who continued to rebel.

While one of Ibra's other friends was busy rummaging through the perpetrator's luggage. "Safe," he said after checking.

"Same?"

He's nodding. "The body's safe, but we haven't checked the whole body."

The man began to be forced to stand up and examined all over his body, and there was one flaming thin chip similar to a tapping device attached behind the waist rubber pants.

This made the man panic.

"What's this?" ask Ibra.

"Sir, geez, I don't know!" The man shook his head.

"We asked, what is this? Why would you take it if you didn't know what this was?"

Gets a bluff, the man still shakes. "I swear, I don't know. I-it's got people, sir."

"Do you have anyone? Your man brought it?" Ibra's friend interrogated.

"I swear, it's got people. I ... I .. I just, I was just told to come here while carrying it, the rest do not know anything," the man continued to dodge.

The chip Ibra immediately seized and threw it on the asphalt for then he stepped on it to be destroyed. The atmosphere grew even worse when the man cried hysterically while prostrating to ask for forgiveness. He claimed to have asked someone to barge in and look at the situation inside. Honey, the horn was known. Maybe he didn't realize that the sniper team was always watching the location from the top of the building.

It happened right in front of the palace, a few meters from the gate which was the one security area.

A truck appeared to be deliberately speeding towards the palace. The civilians who saw it did not stop screaming in fear because the large vehicle seemed to roll to and fro like a lack of balance.

So did the soldiers who stood guard simultaneously marching to form a shield. No one knew in fact they had been sweating coldly, also resigned in case something bad happened to them.

The truck driver repeatedly honked the horn impressed toying, he also had time to gush his head, mocking the soldiers who stood guard accompanied the middle finger.

Some soldiers who ran after and tried to stop the truck were hit. Some of them were lying on the road with serious injuries.

"Globe a gun!" shouted the commander who immediately followed the simultaneous movement of soldiers dressed in all black who marched blockading the road.

If the commander has ordered to issue weapons, it means he has no other option as an option. They didn't expect this to happen either. It is not the land that hurts or takes the lives of the people, because their duty is to protect the people.

Ibra asked her two friends to immediately secure the man who had made a fuss earlier. He thought the man was still a plot who deliberately provoked a commotion to distract.

Tin tin tin tin!

The truck driver didn't stop honking the horn that was provoking the fanfare. Apparently this commotion had been heard into the palace, because Ibra could hear through the earpiece of the meeting room atmosphere that turned tense.

"The president and his ministers must die!!! They are useless trash!!!" the driver shouted so boldly.

"Ready, sabbatical!" The rumbling of the firearms that were recited sounded. They've put up ammunition and are ready to fire. Even the truck is getting closer to them. The atmosphere became more tense when the truck was eroding the distance.

Ibra pecked for a moment, then quickly snatched the wrong weapon from his partner's hand. "Download!" tell all the soldiers.

They all turned to look at Ibra, as well as the commander who demanded an explanation. But Ibra insisted on lowering the weapon.

"Down."

"Lettu Ibra, what the fuck are you?" sergeant Commander.

Ibra did not turn his head, he focused on aiming the gun at the truck driver who was still acting recklessly.

"We will only make him die if he shoots a crowd" Ibra said.

The soldiers put on a confused look, they turned to look at the Commander to wait for a decision.

"Ibra! You really want to shoot him?" The commander still continues to prevent Ibra's intentions.

"It's not your job—"

DOR'S!

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The sound of screams rang out after the sound of gunfire echoed triggering silence. At once they looked ahead and found the truck had stopped a few meters in front of them.

The truck was sideways because of the sudden brakes it was doing when Ibra shot. While the situation was still tense, until some soldiers rushed to the truck intending to check the state of the driver.

The driver is still alive. He was dragged down by the soldiers and bent until he knelt on the asphalt. Both of his arms were held in the back. In contrast to his arrogant attitude earlier who bravely mocked and challenged, now the driver actually looks trembling while looking down.

Usut had Ibra's mouth aiming the bullet right next to the driver's head, evident from the bullet is still stuck in the car seat, ripping the hard material of the skin until some of the bus sticking out.

Maybe it is also what makes the truck driver reflexes to step on the brakes, because it turns out the guts are not as big as his nonsense.

Ibra lowered the long-barreled weapon in her hand, she took a breath while giving the weapon back to its owner.

"We just need to bully him. Look, he's so scared that his pants are wet. You guys who lined up earlier were just a waste of time," he said calmly, without a hint of satirical intent.

But what is the power of his speech is too spicy for the Commander who is now secretly clawing at the son of the prosecutor who unfortunately has a high value as a sniper.

Anyway he should talk about this to Prosecutor Edzar, maybe later when they fish together again, that his son has great potential to become a general.