CUBICLES
8

The battle between the Malaysian Police Special Motion Units with the members of the Dark Militants has shed a lot of blood to the earth. The destruction that occurred was also not arbitrary. Some of the crushed fruit received bullet shots. In fact, the helicopter that flew in the air also crashed at the expense of its passengers.

An additional team of members of the police movement made the Dark Militants finally dead. The efficiency of police officers in deterring crime has paralyzed their movements when there is no way to escape because they are surrounded from every direction. Coupled with the number of casualties their troops are increasingly adding.

“Apparently you gave a false cube to me,” Saiful said with a cruel face. His hands were shuffled and grazed by two armed police officers next to him.

“Kiub which I installed tracking device and sound listener,” reply Daruk Zahran cynical.

“Don't think this is over, Zahran. You kill my men, you search and sloppy my base, you let my men get arrested by the police and you make a fool of me. This won't end easily, Zahran. You will accept your fate someday!” snapped Saiful gives a nagging.

Datuk Zahran was silent to the Dark Militant Chief's suggestion. Then Saiful and his followers were taken up on a police truck to be brought before the court. Saiful's grin rested on Datuk Zahran's mind, and he was immediately put aside.

Datuk Zahran saw many thin and weak people being brought out of an underground base hidden in a hilly area. But Zaki's shadow remains invisible as well. He got a police officer who was nearby but the news received still unfolded. There was an open cage, perhaps Zaki was able to escape before Saiful arrived at this place again. The police made their assumptions.

A week later

Datuk Zahran officer, Screen Industries

LELAK stood pondering outside the window of the building. The Sail Tower Industries was built with the spirit of his younger brother, Fakhruddin several decades ago. It began as an empty company and became a giant that has a wide influence throughout the world in nutrition, medicine, vehicles, development and weaponry. Bileh is said to be the richest man in the world with all the rapid development carried out by his company.

But wealth is happy for him. So, it turns out that the measure for happiness is not on material possessions. Datuk Zahran is missing someone. His son was far away from him. Lost without any news. Just like what happened to his nephew now, Zaki.

“Entahlah. He's a spoiled slave and just loves to have fun. Since the death of his father, Fakhruddin has become tense. Pity him,” said Datuk Zahran in a flat voice.

“Oh, yes Natasha. I checked the information you gave me last week. There is a strange activity happening on this island. But the cause is unknown. I ask you to tell the monitoring unit to continue the search and keep this secret from public knowledge. Humans, never willing to face another attack since 1997,” said Datuk Zahran firmly.

“Alright sir. And one more understanding. Mira Hafizah, a former assistant to Mrs Melissa has passed all the postal exchange eligibility tests. In fact, he also has a very proud performance record and very high technical skills. So starting this week, Mira Hafizah will hold the post as Chief of Research Technology of Screen Armament Industries.

I have prepared documents related to the confirmation of the position and take over the task, you only need to sign it. The meeting of the master with Mira Hafizah with the members of the council will be arranged in the near future,” tell Natasha while referring to the work schedule of her computer tablet.

“Mira Hafizah the girl who informed about Zaki's abduction during the day, right? Alright. Tell me about the next information,” said Datuk Zahran.

“Yes, brave and thick-spirited young girl. Beauty with a brain!” added Natasha.

Tut! Tut! Tut!

The phone call rang breaking the conversation between the Supreme Director of Screen Industries faithfully. Datuk Zahran pressed one of the blades in his hand and the call continued in the speaker mode inside the office.

“Assalamualaikum Daruk Zahran. I from Bukit Aman Police Headquarters spoke, wanting to deliver one piece of news. Saiful has escaped from prison.”.

Their faces continued to pale as blood flow stopped from flowing. No words are born but worries that run in the soul. Supposing that this catastrophe is over, it seems that the crime still reigns. What evoked, the Dark Militants might take the step of launching a revenge operation! The calmness of Daruk Zahran is staggering again. His forehead was getting more and more concerned about it.