Execution Island
Disguises

Disguises

In a room not too big. Jhoni laid his body on a dull mattress. The man with all his hair turned white was staring at the television screen five meters away before him. After a day of activities. Now he tries to find entertainment, even if only by watching tv shows.

His index finger pressed the remote control several times. The activity stopped when the glass screen displayed a recent news event. His face seemed enthusiastic looking at the beautiful lady of the host.

But not for long, the look on his face looked riled up and a little pale. Both of his eyebrows hooked up and his forehead shrunk as his two eyes watched the news headline at the bottom of the glass screen.

'CLEAN - CLEAN AT SECURITY INSTITUTIONS'

That was the headline at the bottom of the glass screen that made Jhoni dumbfounded. As if in disbelief, he focused his hearing to ensure the news that greatly disturbed his calm.

"After pressure from various parties. Finally the president, as the number one person in the country. And the commander-in-chief of the security institution. Have taken bold steps to restore public trust."

The glued Jhoni stared at the glass screen, scratching - scratching his non-itchy head. Both of his eyes were forced to witness something shocking. The General who had been his protector was led and thrown into iron bars. He was charged with various crimes that eroded public trust.

The General must be able to prove his innocence in some of the cases he is accused of. Equipping drug dealers, illegal logging, gambling, illegal mining and trafficking in people, are some examples.

"After the establishment of various cases that dragged several officials in security institutions. The president moved quickly by replacing the parties allegedly involved. Figures - clean and humanist figures are believed to fill the abandoned posts. That's the latest news we can tell you."

The beautiful host and her melodious voice are no longer voiced by Jhoni. His facial expression changed rapidly. Both of his jaws hardened and his hands clenched. Anger is beginning to take hold of him. With all his might, the remote control was thrown.

Praaakk...

Instantly the object was shattered into pieces when it hit the television screen. It didn't get there. Curses and insults spewed out of his mouth. Imaged times - difficult times that will be passed.

"I have to confirm the truth of the news." Said slowly. The cell phone that was on his side. A contact number he presses, but no signs will be answered.

Tuttt.tuutt...

After waiting for a long time, the call was not lifted. Several times he repeated, still nil. Until Jhoni switched to another number. Now he is connected to someone.

"Halloo... What's up, boss ?" Someone across there.

"Have you seen the news tonight ?"

"Not boss. What news is there. Looks like the boss is so panicked ?!" Answer his men who are none other than Jarot. This bald man was astonished - astonished by Jhoni's unusual tone of voice. His loud, fiery voice seemed to disappear somewhere.

"The general who is our mainstay is finished."

"Last how, boss ?!"

"They are clean - clean. Some of the generals were swept up into the bars. Our mainstay general is among those who become a patient."

"If true, this is a very serious matter for us, boss."

"That's what I think. Try to check the truth of this news, and immediately report it to me immediately !"

"Good boss....!"

Call is interrupted. The man who had entered his twilight age took a rough breath. Never in his heart would something like this happen.

"Who do you think can replace the general I've been relying on ?"

Jhoni. With a gloomy face, he looked at the sky - the dull sky of the room. Wiped his old face. Slowly but surely the two neutrals were closed. He entered into a dreamland that might be able to cheer him up a little.

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Typhoon and Arif sneak among the towering trees. Walking around, they purposely headed towards the part where the pile of corpses was located. Every now and then both of their hands fluttered the reeds that blocked the view.

Not felt, both of them are now faced with dozens of corpses of children their age. Both of them closed their noses when they smelled a very unpleasant smell. With a small flashlight, Typhoon and Arif witnessed a terrible thing.

The bodies were simply thrown away in terrible conditions. His vital organs have disappeared somewhere. Both eyes, heart, liver, lungs to kidneys become a very valuable jewel for animal-hearted humans.

"Now what, Pan ?" asked Arif while looking at his friend.

"We wait for that door to open, Rif."

Answer Typhoon. The two stared at the already porous iron door. Although it was late at night, but both of them could still see the conditions around him.

Occasionally some crows come down and tear them apart. Just contact the dozens of corpses that had been damaged, getting shapelessly destroyed. Leaving behind horrible bones and gulps.

Typhoon and Arif waited. Until the sound of steps two pairs of legs that are walking. Accompanied by the squeaking sound of the driven troly wheel. Slowly the voice that had been faint, now sounded clear and getting closer. On top of the troly are two teenage corpses with a terrible condition.

"We'd better hide under that door, Rif."

"Yes, Pan" Arif follows his friend who is right under the iron door. Put the corpse in front of him. Soon the door opened with a beam of light coming from inside.

Kreeek...

Buukkk...

Two teenage bodies just dumped. Typhoon and Arif almost screamed in fear as one of the corpses rolled and stopped right in front of them. Both of them were awakened when the door closed again. The typhoon moved quickly before the two people who brought the troly back inside.

Doughghh...

He's pounding the iron door hard. That brings one person back. With a curious face, he opened the locked door again. The flashlight he carried was directed to find the origin of the sound.

"Haaahh, maybe the sound of a beast."

While observing every corner of the forest. Two pairs of eyes did not take his eyes off her. The cyclone was passing code on to his friend. And as fast as lightning he pulled the hand of the man who was right on it.

"Abauuu...!"

A groan was heard as a punch struck the man's back. A piece of wood that was smashed was enough to knock him unconscious. Meanwhile, the man who was waiting with the troly looked agitated.

"Where are you... ?!"

As if he had regained his senses, this man approached the door. Both of his eyes searched for the whereabouts of his comrade while continuing to call out. Until right in front of the pile the body of this man continues to call his friend.

"Aaauuu.... !"

Buuggh...

Back this man was pulled down. Then as fast as lightning a hit of a log knocked him unconscious. Not long after, Typhoon and Arif stripped the two men of their clothes.

Kreeek....

After some time, the already porous iron door was locked from the inside. Typhoon and Arif walked quietly. Both of their hands pushed the large-sized iron troly.

"The clothes stink.. "

Arif's grumbling. His hands were shaking - the clothes he was wearing. The clothes that were more like raincoats were now attached to the bodies of the two. Not to forget plastic gloves and surgical masks are also attached to their bodies.

"It never seems to be washed."

Typhoon while covering his mask-covered nose. Their hair is also covered by a special head covering. Several times he had trouble walking because his boots were too big.

"This boat shoe is just troublesome."

Grumpy Typhoon while continuing to walk. Besides, Arif just smiled wryly. The two continued to walk down the winding passageway. Not infrequently both of them catch the sound - the noise of the cell occupants. There were also the sounds of crying and moaning that sounded so heartbreaking.