METAPHYSICAL WAR
Shadow satellite meeting
Meeting with shadow satellite.
The capital is starting to feel hot probably because the season has shifted to the dry season. Two cars belonging to the Indonesian republican police came to the State Intelligence Agency building. One man accompanied by two men in police uniforms got off the black-and-black car.
“Pak Kapolri, Police General Chandra Damara is waiting for you on the top floor,”, said one of the officers inside the building of the State Intelligence Agency.
Police general Teddy nodded and continued in his footsteps.
“What time is it now ?”
His guard glanced at the watch he was using.
“Jam 2 less five minutes.”
“Thank God we're not late.” Mr. Kapolri rushed up the second floor. “Today is a very busy schedule. The press also repeatedly contacted to request a statement about corruption in the Directorate general of tax.”
One or two floors passed, Teddy's footsteps followed by two guards who were no less fast in walking. Out of the elevator, Teddy was immediately addressed to a room belonging to the Head of BIN, Police General Chandra Damara.
The door opened, a momentary smile was seen already welcoming the three.
“Please sit,” said Chandra.
“Thanks.”
“I don't have much time, I just go straight to the core of the meeting.” Teddy sat in front of Chandra Damara separated only by a good quality teak table. “It looks like there's something very secretive, so you want me alone to come here."
“You're right Mr. Kapolri, it's about the results of an investigation into a paranormal murder case, he said, until now the members we gave special tasks to find information about who the perpetrators of this case have not been able to give positive results. We apologize Mr. Kapolri.”
“Only that ? Is there no other way ? This case really cannot be traced by intelligence ?” Teddy threw his body into a chair of real leather.
“Surely not that the core we want to convey, if you ask there are other options ? Of course, there is, the closest seems to be the option of switching issues with terrorism cases, we think it can help a little,” his proposal. “Thank you for the issue then this case will sink by itself.”
“You're right. This case is a case beyond reason. I think anyone would have trouble solving it.” Teddy's holding his chin.
“Hmm.”
“But our society is now much more critical, they know it's a diversion of issues, maybe there should be other cases raised simultaneously. I prefer to call it a combo attack."
“It's also not a bad idea.”
Suddenly the sound of a smartphone rang from the two leaders.
Both are compact glancing at the smartphone screen in their left hand respectively. Chandra Damara then placed the flat object in her ear.
Chandra just nodded, while the volume buttons he pressed to reduce the sound coming out. While Teddy as the Police Chief read a message from the presidential expert staff to immediately docked to the palace.
“Please leave us both,” pinta Chandra on the two bodyguards of Mr. Kapolri.
The two of them left the room in a hurry.
“Pak Kapolri, this is what we want to convey. For the paranormal murder case we decided to use the shadow satellite to track and stop it,”, Chandra said when he was alone with Teddy. “So the worst possibility, the SS will eliminate it. In other words, it also means the Police will be deemed not to have resolved the case well in the eyes of the media and the public. You are willing ?”
“There is no other choice so of course I am willing, although I have to be clever to make a statement later. But most importantly this mystical crime phenomenon is soon over and never again happens.”
“Ya, we hope so too.”
“As I said earlier, my time is not much Mr. Chandra, then I say goodbye and if there is any further important information from the case. Immediately inform.”
Teddy's words were answered only by a nod by Chandra Damara. Teddy got up from the chair accompanied by two of his bodyguards. The three passed after the elevator was completely closed.
Meanwhile, Chandra immediately met a meeting in one of the rooms in the BIN building. The closed meeting was only attended by 6 people including himself. Of the few people it looks 3 people who are not like employees of the State Intelligence Agency.
One is ideal tall, a man with a lifespan of 70 years or more. He is old, but he is still strong and athletic. At first glance people will not expect that he is 70 years old.
The second was a young man with a 33-year age range. Long-haired, nose-nosed slightly thin but excellent martial ability. He is also adept at just unloading the AK47 with his eyes closed and using it.
The last was a 37-year-old woman, Indonesian and French stucco woman. His father was born in Le mans while his mother was a Bornean.
The closed meeting lasted 30 minutes. Two of Chandra Damara's subordinates described what they were going to talk about until the end of the meeting Chandra said,
“How do you think Mr Literature Yellow?”
“I didn't expect you guys to come to me again, I thought Barbara and Evan were enough to help you with your performance all along ? Since 2015 I have applied for a vacuum first until the deadline that has been determined on the BIN Head at that time,” replied the 73-year-old Man known as Yellow Literature.
Evan Bagaskara and Barbara Luel glanced at each other. It is rare for all three to be collected if not for an emergency, usually working alone is enough.
“The case this time is different, I purposely gathered the three of you so that everything goes to the maximum.” Chandra clenched his two fingers, listening carefully to what the next answer from the old man whose existence is only known by the BIN officials only. Not even Intel members know. “After all you are our only asset after that guy. I'm sure with your abilities, your track record is impressive, your contribution to this institution is quite large even you have also provided important assistance to the United States in dealing with the 77th blackout incident in New York City. And there are many more that I don't think I need to mention one by one.”
After hearing the explanation of two subordinates Chandra and Chandra himself. Yellow Literature seemed to think in a few moments. He moved his body in the chair that could rotate it to the right and left.
“Tell the two people behind you to get out of this room.” Yellow literature now seems more serious. "You broke the rules, you let them both know the shadow satellite."
Chandra responded by gesturing with two fingers at the two people standing behind his chair to get out immediately. The room is now only filled with 4 people.
The sound of the door closed, Literature Yellow then continued his conversation with Chandra Damara as the Head of BIN.
"Only those two people know the shadow satellite, the rest no one knows."
“As far as you are, it will be your business if both are unable to hold a secret" he replied. "Since your two subordinates laid out the case you are facing now. Since then I've been tracking down who killed these people."
“Good, that way I don't have to bother to persuade you.” Chandra Damara grinned happily.
He felt his efforts to persuade the shadow satellite team leader went smoothly because usually to meet the Yellow Literature alone was difficult let alone ask for his help.
“Then what do you think about this guy ?” chandra.
“This person is indeed not an ordinary person, he has unique abilities and his energy cannot be measured. It's interesting.”
“If you can, your task is only to help us to know his identity and location is.”
“Suggest you not to catch him,” prevent Literature.
“Why ?” evan asked, but his eyes looked at the smartphone.
The Yellow Literary Word did not surprise Chandra Damara. So he just quietly listened to what the answer to the next Yellow Literature, he had expected the man 70 years more would say so.
“Because it was just a futile act, moreover this person is not the type of person who is easily forced to speak even though the eyes of Damascus sword you stick on his neck,” look at Literature on Chandra. “Capturing it without evidence will only provoke the media and further add to the problem even though as hard as you can cover up. You also have to be careful because this young man can kill your members in real nature.”
“Then we have to how ?” Chandra got up from his seat and went to the window to see the view of the capital.
“You don't have to worry, let's just say this case is over. Let this case turn to my hands, on condition that you, your men and the police no longer need to interfere in this matter, ” replied Sastra. “I'm very excited if the opponent is tough.”
“As of you. But make sure to be as weaned as possible and do not leave a trace.” Chandra shakes.
“You're gonna kill him ?” Barbara Luel seemed to get up from her chair after 30 minutes of sitting.
“It looks so Luel. If you don't like it, you can go. I'm not asking anyone for help including you Evan.”
Evan who heard that did not reply to the cold comments of Yellow Literature. He knew the character of Yellow Literature was like that. Evan is still busy playing the smartphone in his hand.
“No, you need the help of me and Evan, to stop this guy, 3 people is better,” said Barbara Luel.
“Then, you can go.” Chandra closed the meeting.
“Luel, Evan, we will meet again 5 days after this. In my place,” said Literature then followed by a nod of both colleagues.
They left the room and split in all three directions.
The Shadow Satellite begins to work to stop Raduma's steps, which are very dangerous.
Satra Kuning has never been this passionate, perhaps because the one facing him now is no ordinary person. Usually he is only asked to trace the network *****, the mastermind of a premeditated murder mystery, to, the intellectual actors of the high-class corruption and foreign intelligence issues that infiltrated Indonesia and could not be tracked by official BIN members.
One of the cases that excited him the most was when he handled foreign intelligence that had metaphysical abilities and tried to play in the moment of the departure of the leader of the country, general tactician and strategist of the year 98.
Not much is known about his background, even the news circulating Yellow Literature is not his real name. He's like a ghost, maybe even a ghost has a family. But not for Yellow Literature, its existence is not known except by the former Heads of BIN including Chandra Damara who now serves.
On the other hand, Raduma seems to be not in the city of Bandung, he moved with a group of people RT 6 to Parangtritis to recreation.
There are 4 tourist buses used by RT 6 groups, Raduma initially refused to join but Robby and Lya as the mother of his best friend had forced him to come, finally he could not refuse.
Lya has now been able to forget the tragic incident that befell the most bontot child (Tobias). His decision to invite Raduma solely because of his sensitivity to the people around him is quite high. He saw and understood, life that is not easy Raduma must live now. He also thought that perhaps Raduma's suffering and loss were far greater than his own.
If he still has two grown children, but not for Raduma. He had no one to talk to, joke with, or just go for a walk on Sunday morning.
“Kang Raduma, if lack of food just say, yes,” said Lya his seat right next to Raduma.
Raduma was sitting near the back exit of the bus. He chose to sit alone because the journey will be very long and takes hours. If you sit alone, you can stretch your legs to the next chair. At least not feeling sultry, he thought.
“Iya Ma'am, thank you,” answered and then put the headset in his ear hole.
There are many people who come, both mothers, fathers and children. Mr. RT, Ms. Santy and Robby also joined, including Sula and Sulu. All supplies are carried by each person, clothes, food, P3K tools, eucalyptus oil and of course money.
Along the way they joked, sang and looked at the city that passed. Raduma chose to listen to the radio and music on his smartphone, of course because his voice is better to hear than the voices of mothers.
Almost ten hours drive they need to get to Parangtritis beach, stay 4 hours again they arrive, Mr. RT as the group coordinator decided to rest in a restaurant typical regional cuisine.
“Pir, in front there is a restaurant, we have planned a break first there while eating,” pinta Suryalaya.
“Each pack RT, but expensive not all ?” said doubt.
“Affordable..lagian pay also use cash.”.
The driver then parked the bus in the courtyard of the restaurant which is quite spacious, followed by 3 other buses.
“Assyik eat euy,” shouted Mother Ina who halisnya like a cartoon character Sinchan.
“Most good luck Ibu Ina mah if the business of eating ! brush Bu Ina !” chirps Sulu.
“Diem you nut !” Bu Ina snapped at the jutek.
“Emang Bu Ina slim ?” his gerrick.
“What did you say ?” The nature of Bu Ina who is easily angry and wants to win alone is still not lost.
“Already, already Bu Ina. Sulu was just kidding,” Lerai Bu Santy with a sweet smile.
Ms. Ina was still frowning like a fart. Then melengos went down from the bus which was enough to make him sultry.
“Come, let's get off we rest first while eating,” take Bu Santy with his eyes looking for Raduma in the back seat who apparently fell asleep. “Bu Lya, wakein Kang Raduma, we eat first.”
“Iya Bu.”
“Robby, wake up son, we eat first all the bed, there is a saung at his restaurant, yuk.” Lya patted Robby's shoulders who were both asleep while when Robby he found out he had already blinked his eyes, Lya then directed his gaze towards Raduma. “Kang, Kang Raduma wakes up.”
“Eh Ma'am, what's up ?” raduma asked half-consciously.
“The group wants to rest first, let's wake up first, we eat first at the restaurant. Later can all sleep in the saung rather than here narrow.”
“Oh is it Mom ? Yes if so Bu Lya first I will follow.” Raduma throws a smile.
“Down well, if not eat later ulcer relapse. If not mistaken, Kang Raduma also has a history of ulcer disease?” Then I got off the bus.
“Iya Bu hehe.”
After a few seconds of collecting lives, Raduma and Robby got off the bus and followed the footsteps of the Fathers who walked into the restaurant. Inside the location of the restaurant there are several saung and fish ponds, Raduma saw some saung already filled with groups. There are only two left that still look not too full. He walked to the restaurant for lunch soon.
“Why Nak cry on?” one of Raduma's neighbors asked her 4-year-old son.
“Fear...fear ummi,” replied the boy.
The boy's cry apparently attracted the attention of others. Mothers, Fathers simultaneously set their sights on the mother and child.
“What's Bu Tysa ?” ask Mr. RT approaching.
“This Elnino cry continues,” replied Bu Tysa.
"Why Nak ? Afraid of crabs ? The crab is big-gede well ?”
“Nothing, the crab is dead, already mateng, stay in the meal. I will not live again" he continued.
Elnino shook his head the sign was not what he meant.
“Why or ?”
“Why Nak ?” He repeated his mother's question.
“It...it...” Point Elnino at one of the gurame fish ponds.
Mr. RT and Ms. Tysa turned to the direction Elnino was referring to while the others went back to eating the food in front of them. But not for Raduma, ever since he entered the restaurant, his eyes had indeed been watching for some point. Raduma also approached Elnino, Mr. RT and Ms. Tysa.
“That's why it's ?” mr. RT and Bu Tysa said together.
“There is a flying buffalo ummi.”
DEG !
At once Mr. RT's heart felt like dislodging and felt a little afraid. Unlike Bu Tysa who seemed to try to calm down, Mr. RT was a bit timid.
“This child can see.” Raduma's mind when looking at Elnino's forehead that emits white light like a small flashlight.
Then he turned to the direction that Elnino had pointed. There was nothing, in the restaurant there were indeed some employees who were not human and Raduma realized that. But it seems that's not what makes Elnino cry in fear, maybe maybe even Elnino does not know if one of the restaurant employees is not human so he does not feel afraid.
Elnino still put on her frightened face. It made Raduma to take a little action.
“Pak do not have to put on a scared face like that,” Raduma said. “Hehe, Elnino Just a hallucination due to fatigue.” Raduma whispered in Mr. RT's ear.
“What if bener ? Kan serem also Rad, do not-don't who have a restaurant visit (purgation).”
“No, not su'udzon."
Raduma then put one hand over Elnino's head while consoling her. Yet his heart instantly intended to close Elnino's inner eyes that aroused the energy pressure in that place.
45 Seconds later, Elnino felt very sleepy, automatically he no longer cried while his mother then brought Elnino to come out after hearing the advice of Raduma.
Raduma remained normal, like the people around him. He did not want to show himself that he was also able to see what Elnino saw. Raduma does not want any shaman, psychic, indigo stamp from restaurant visitors or neighbors.
The curiosity is still not finished. His feet moved towards 3 o'clock, he found a fish pond, 100 square meters.
The closer his body is to the fish pond the more clearly heard in his ear the sound of small bells and music of the past. Not a gamelan, more like a musical instrument derived from the Sundanese tatar, a small bamboo clamped on the lips then struck by one finger.
It only took Raduma 3 seconds to learn that there was a hole the size of a bicycle wheel for a teenager. Black, sometimes smaller in size.
The nuance that formed in the neighborhood now feels creepy. Imagine the strange music sound constantly ringing in Raduma's ears with a distinctive scent touching his nose feathers.
It's a portal to another dimension.
Raduma realized that the hole he saw was a portal to enter the dimension.
“This is connected to another dimension,” muttered as he pulled out an energy dagger from his palm just in case an invisible creature ambushed him. “But this doesn't seem to be going to the second dimension, I better not risk entering it. Everything must be done with careful calculation. That certainly seems to be over there where the more powerful creatures. Anyway I just stopped for a while here.”
Finally Raduma returned to his saung to eat crabs that are orange. Saute kale, gurame and spicy sambal. Although before eating it he had to take pains first to eliminate the magic gems contained in the food of the entourage including the food in front of him, of course, it is enough to tap his index finger into the wooden saung that he sat three times.
With just three taps, an invisible burst of energy shot out from his body like the explosive effect of the Hiroshima nuclear bomb. The range is quite wide, can be up to a radius of 1 kilometer. But because the distance between himself and the other groups is not up to 1 kilometer. So it only expends as much as 6000 energy, it is enough to****** and destroy all the gussets that are intentionally attached by the restaurant owner in the food served.
Raduma's new technique was created just in case he had to fight back like in the second dimension.
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