METAPHYSICAL WAR
New assignment and 6th victim
New assignment and 6th victim.
Gathering 30 well-dressed people sat around a round table. Some long-haired with firearms tucked behind their suits.
“Meeting closed, do the job well.” A man with a floppy hairstyle rushed out of his chair with a map, apparently the Head of BIN (Country intelligence Agency).
The sound of pantofel shoes walking on the white floor was unpretentious and vanished when the entire human body entered the two lifts available in the government building.
A few minutes later a young woman came across a staff of defense and security experts who had just laid out the newly studied issue.
“Please sit,” said Girarda. At a young but mature age, he has successfully held an expert staff position at the State Intelligence Agency.
“Thank you.” The young woman then sat down following the orders of expert staff at the state intelligence agency. “You preyed on me for a new task ?”
“True, this time you will be assigned to find information about one serial murder case.”
“Kasus killing ?”
“Iya, for three months already 5 people known as psychics died without knowing who the killer,”. “Some of the bodies found by the police, there is a message that seems to be written by the perpetrator.”
“Sorry Sir but it looks like you got the wrong person.” The young woman refused. “Should be an intern detective you assigned to this case.”
“You're right Sandra, but..your reputation in seeking information need not be doubted, lastly you were able to get information about who the intellectual actors of arms smuggling on the Qatari border. Time for an easy mission like this you can't ? You haven't had a job in almost a month anyway. Consider it entertainment. "
“Tapi—“
“It's been, you can't refuse it, it's an order. You just need to keep an eye on the paranormal that is now most loved, the logic in my opinion the perpetrators will target again 'shaman' that has a big influence in society. Easy, right ?”
“Good Sir then.” He was forced to accept the task given to him.
“You can go.” Girarda closed the map containing data on serial murder cases and photos of the bright message of the moon 14.
“Excuse.” Sandra pamit's.
The young woman named Sandra, he breezed out of the room with AC, especially he did not like AC the most so impressed he was in a hurry to get out of there. A small piece of bread and cheese he grabbed from his vest pocket, the simple food he liked the most. While walking he ate it like a child enjoying a snack.
After that Sandra rushed into the elevator that was often used by building employees rather than stairs. He had just successfully completed his mission in seeking information about the network****** in Yemen at the request of Yemeni intelligence. Because after the review there is a connection between ******* that operates in Indonesia and in Yemen.
For its performance, the mastermind of the terror attacks from Yemeni rebels turned out to be from Iran's Asfahan. Weapons supply flows from there. His name began to be included in the list of elite BIN members. Now, he must carry out a task that is fairly easy but may also be difficult. Because maybe this time he got a mission like that.
“You are my coworker now,” said one of the men who is his age.
The two walked side by side yet it seemed like Sandra was acting cold towards the man who had suddenly walked beside her.
“Without reducing respect, I prefer to work alone.” Sandra jutek's.
The man shrugged both shoulders and said,
“Yah..I also so anyway but this is a superior order. If you want, you can convey a note of objection.”
Sandra rolled her eyes and exhaled.
“Oke, where are we now ?”
“Ke canteen,” replied a known man named Pedro. He grabs Sandra's fine yet well-trained hand. The two turned to the right towards the canteen of the state intelligence agency building.
“Pedro ! Release !” gaping.
Pedro continued walking while pulling the hand of the beautiful woman who became his co-worker this time.
Arriving at their canteen Pedro sat on a long bench and forced Sandra to sit in front of him as well.
“Come on Sandra..every time we relax first, do not be too serious, we humans are not machines that have no feelings.” Pedro looked at him.
“What else is ?” lamented Sandra.
“Sandra I'm serious with you, please love me the opportunity to fill the space in your heart.” Pedro held onto both fingers of Sandra, as if he had fallen for her.
“But I.. I can't Pedro, I don't have the same feeling as you,” Sandra replied slowly. He tried to convince the man in front of him to stop pursuing his love. “You'll just be wasting your time.”
“Not a problem, I will wait for you until anytime.” Slowly Pedro took off his hand from Sandra's fingers.
“Hard head.” Sandra threw away her face.
“I don’t care.”
“Serah.” Sandra got up from the bench and headed towards the parking lot. The black sedan car was already waiting for him to leave immediately.
While Pedro was still stunned to see Sandra's reaction was still the same, cold. He ordered a glass of late coffee to accompany his break time. Somehow he had to persuade Sandra to accept him as a lover.
The next day, Sandra has to meet again with Pedro because after all he is a co-worker on the mission this time.
“So where do we start ?” Pedro opened the conversation.
In a deserted place in the highlands of north Bandung the two of them meet. From that place Sandra used to think about every mission while looking at the scenery of Bandung.
“We investigate first the first and second victims of the case,” he replied. “You understand I mean ?”
“No.” Pedro pretended not to understand.
“I've guessed we won't be aligned.” Sandra shakes.
“Can't you not bring your hate to me in this mission ?” Pedro glances.
His glance was countered by Sandra's cold gaze.
“Oke, now we focus on work.” Sandra walked two steps up to the end of the fence that kept her from passing further because in front of her there was a ravine.
“Mm. describe.”
“Listen Pedro, after I checked the data on the map that Girarda gave the other day. The first and second victims were residents of Bandung. I think the culprit was also in the city of Bandung.”
“But that's too early a conclusion, Premature.”
“Say your guess is true, then where do we start ?”
“From the victim named Raga, I want us to investigate and find information on anyone who has ever been related to a person named Raga one month before he was killed. Relatives, ex, friends of his son, anyway we develop it from there.”
“I understand, then I leave.” Pedro rushed to his car.
While Sandra was still speechless thinking about something, other than eating a snack of bread and small cheese another habit of her was to contemplate on high ground.
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June 1, 2031
Raduma had just woken up from her sleep because Pekeng's tail felt gently rubbing her cheek. While his four children had grown quite large, all four slept not far from Raduma's body.
That day, he plans to continue his mission to clean the surface of the earth, especially in Indonesia from shamans who often disguise their identity with paranormal terms.
For almost five months he had killed five shamans. Two people are Raga and Rudi Karsa or Mr. White and three more are Ariwesi, a professor of internal energy college who often open the practice of mounting stacking, Sania darty, and the other three are Ariwesi, a traditional medicine therapist whose name became famous through social media, just like Rudi Karsa he helped a lot of khodam in carrying out his medical practice and the last one is Anggita, a magician who appeared on television.
At first Raduma did not aim for his name but because he saw so many humans who were amazed by the action, Raduma finally decided to eliminate him as well.
You could say, killing Anggita is just a fad. Now, the sixth target was a man who had just risen. His metaphysical abilities are fairly decent, making Raduma interested in eyeing his life. Moreover, Balton has a special program on one of the television stations with a fairly high rating. The psychic program that opened a consultation question and answer session, perhaps the number of people who love such things, it makes Raduma desire to immediately send him to the realm of barzakh.
“Television that is not educational at all, if it is allowed to continue to poison the younger generation with these things.” Raduma added to the television volume while Balton was still serving questions from guest stars.
"Should I teach the producer that lesson ? Ah no, if I do that then I have overstepped the mark, he is not a shaman at all. The most fitting I might just kill this doll-faced person (Balton).”
His fingers are good at finding information about Balton, what are his activities other than filling out shows on television stations. Living in this sophisticated era does not make Raduma difficult in multiplying information about Balton. Known by him, Balton in the near future will visit Bandung to fill one of the other shows on the television station. This time Balton was asked to explore or tell what were the astral figures waiting for the old museum post Indonesia.
June 14, Saturday night Raduma set foot on a street not far from the Indonesian postal museum. People were already looking crowded, it seemed like they had come to watch. The situation became more favorable, Raduma thought a crowded situation would cover up his actions so as not to be suspicious. Unusually, Raduma now prefers to complete his mission by directly going to potential victims.
“Pak, sorry it's again there's that paranormal Balton show, yes ?” raduma asked pleasantries at a strapping security guard who was tasked with securing citizens who wanted to watch up close.
“Iya Mas but do not get close if you want to watch later trance,” he replied.
“Oh is it ? Watch ah fun as it is.” Raduma entered like a citizen in general.
In the courtyard, Balton and one of the hosts are presenting the history of the Indonesian postal museum including mystical things that have happened.
“Yes, Mas Balton, actually really not what Mr Entis (citizen asked) said about the figure of gunderewo who often appeared in one of the windows ?” ask Gilang Sukmo.
“Kalo that I see anyway yes, emang rightly said this Father that there is a kind of gundrewo, but actually it is not genderuwo yah. This is a demon, if gunderewo is not a demon.”
“Hmm roughly why the figure often bothers people passing Mas Balton ?”
“She deliberately, this one figure is a bit less friendly well. Negative,” Balton said as he walked towards the entrance. “He does not like anyone who enters here, sometimes he also idly appears on the road ahead there, this now also his figure is there and kayak angry like that.”
While residents and Raduma who stood at the back followed Balton and the host slowly, the distance was created 10 meters. When Balton and the host entered the old building, it turned out that residents or spectators were not allowed to enter. That made Raduma have to think back in order to get closer to Balton. He intends to do telekinesis.
“Location is difficult, which comes too much of this beyond prediction.” Batin Raduma's.
One scream sounded very loud, coming from the audience. One citizen was possessed by an astral creature that was aroused by the presence of many people in the location.
“Something seems to be a trance of Mas Balton.” The host ran up to one of the men whose eyes became fierce barking. Then he made a strange move. “What figure possessed him Mas Balton ?”
Balton swiftly opened his palm, directing it at the figure of a man who had already lost consciousness to communicate.
“Who's kisanak ?” ask Balton.
“Aing nu ngageugeuh in place ieu ! (I am the one who controls this place !)” answer the astral beings who are in the bodies of the citizens. “Rek naon maneh ? (Do you want to come here. ?)
“Oh so he said, he is the one who controls this place,” Balton told the host. “You are we here he said ?”
Feeling his question ignored, the creature whose heavy voice thought Balton was the same as insulting him, the creature immediately attacked Balton with one hand that issued a Kujang weapon but it could only be seen Raduma and Balton alone.
Spontaneous Balton dodged an impromptu attack. Balton began to create an energy circle so that the creature before him did not come out and attack other residents. In other cases, it is also very prone to someone who has been possessed by a genie and then leave it unkempt or monitored. The astral creature could have driven the human body that he stopped to do acts of self-harm, can crash, jump into the ravine or throw themselves into the river and lake.
“It's time, Balton was lured out by the creature.” Raduma immediately released energy from his palm like falling dust particles and moved through the air.
One bolt from the ladder made of iron began to detach itself, turning slowly until it was released and floated in the air by Raduma's energy. Techniques that are difficult for humans who live in the 21st century.
Balton was completely unaware of anything that was eyeing him. Perhaps he was also busy dealing with the aggressive astral beings before him.
Whizzing !
The small bolt with a diameter of 3 millimeters 3 centimeters long moved very quickly like a sniper bullet hunting a target.
JLBB !!
The black shirt shirt was hollow, the respiratory cavity had jerked. Blood ? Clear out easily from Balton's breastplate.
“Jeez,” he said with the body starting to look.
“Please..!” Gilang Sukmo shouted, he did not know for sure what darted through Balton's chest, which was clear when Balton groaned in pain by holding his left chest, he saw that blood had already poured out.
Actions more quickly grabbed his soul than the footsteps of citizens and guards who spontaneously approached Balton.
The cameraman panicked, the citizens also panicked while a citizen who had been possessed by an astral creature, suddenly lay. For some reason when Balton was hit by Raduma, the aggressive creature decided to get out of the body of a citizen.
“Pak call ambulance, jeez...Balton, Mas Balton.” Gilang Sukmo tries to wake Balton who has not shown any signs of life.
Some women from the surrounding population are present, hysterical not playing. Some quickly returned home because they assumed Balton's famous death was due to an attack by creatures waiting for the Indonesian postal museum.
The atmosphere becomes slack, the lack of safety makes the situation uncontrollable. More and more people came to see when Gilang Sukmo and a troupe of television employees brought Balton's body into the employee's car because indeed calling an ambulance was just a futile decision, too time-consuming.
On the other hand, Raduma immediately left the location when he saw Balton was dead. He had to make sure Balton was dead because otherwise Balton could track him down.
Raduma's actions escaped witnesses, both living witnesses and cctv. There could be no cctv from the abandoned old building, while the camera footage held by the television employees did not capture the moment clearly, the successful mission had no evidence there were no witnesses.
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