The Plan Of Masked Man
Resignedly

The pain ran through his heart. A forgotten past, coming back through a nightmare. Suppose he is not one of the sinners, maybe everything that happens now does not happen to him. "It turned out to be just a dream, thank goodness they were still asleep. Ka, I'm sorry. Maybe it's karma for my sins. Why is God punishing you, not me? This blood tie, it's like a bekel ball."

"Is your rapprochement over?" asked a man in police clothes, who had been standing by in front of the hostages without duct tape.

The eyes blink only to adjust the light that enters his eyes. "It's late at night? Or did your job start?"

"Good question, but no fun if I answer. After all, there is one stage that will make you shut up. Aren't you curious about the results of your facial surgery?" the police replied with a grin.

One explanation that makes the hostage without duct tape understands what the police grin is about. "Face? What is the importance of face? All right, let's show you what my face looks like. I hope it's not your face."

The grin of the policeman faded, how could his hostage be so calm and unaffected by the incitement from him. The hostage should be without duct tape experiencing anxiety or at least curious about the results of his new facial surgery. The policeman took the mirror and aimed at the hostage without duct tape.

There was no expression of surprise let alone swearing. His face was flat and cold, shouldn't there be a slight expression of shock? But nothing happened. "Do you like your new face?"

"Handsome, then? Should I dance? Or make a party? Look at how I'm tied up, don't expect a party okay." the hostage quipped without duct tape in a hoarse voice.

Prooque!

Prooque!

Prooque!

Three applause, got the policeman up from his seat. No more words, expectations from the few hours that passed. Now that it doesn't materialize, reality has silenced his lips. His footsteps walked closer to the hostage without duct tape. The fingers without gloves go down the handsome face but not the real face of the hostages in front of him.

"What would it feel like, if you guys took each other out? Must be exciting, right? I can't wait, now enjoy the rest of your time. I'll be right back." whispered the cop and pulled his hand back.

Step away and open the door and close again. A face without expression, changing his facial expression. It feels crowded, but there is no time to cry for fate. It's all happened and now it's getting complicated. How he will convince his twin brother, while the face is no longer the same.

Is this how it feels to be helpless? What test did God give me? I asked for salvation for my brother and now the way of God really makes me forget my prayer. Now I'm just resigned and trying my best. ~the inner hostage without duct tape raised his face.

Leaving the dilemma of being held hostage without duct tape, everyone with their own goals was preparing for the big night. The night that one tragedy will end with the biggest stage play of the year, is not like a magician or like the mafia way. Tonight there will be a lot of ruse and the truth will be revealed.

Whoever has vengeance and justice will demand vengeance. Heartbroken with a branched mind, original masks and fake masks are ready to play their respective roles. No matter who started, tonight will be the last night of the fateful series of events a few years ago.

Mr. Enemy was already prepared with all-black clothes and a white mask on his face. The mirror reflection displays his appearance that seems like a justice guide, in contrast to Desi. The woman still linked her hands and made a lot of hope while looking at the two children on the bed.

If this is the last way, I give it all back to You Lord. Hopefully whatever happens is the best.~batin Desi and start preparing himself.

The preparations of Mr. Enemy and Desi, as well as one figure in police clothes have been carried out. Unlike the one mastermind who is still busy saving someone's life. After a few hours of effort, the eyes finally opened. Infusion hose with nutrient liquid and donor danar, make the face pale slowly have a reddened hue.

"Sorry to trouble you" said the patient with contorted eyes.

One hand raised with the index finger on the lips. "St! Rest up. Don't move much, let alone talk."

Triings...

The sound of incoming message notifications rang out, distracting him. His footsteps left the patient and took the phone on the nightstand. One icon is shifted and the phone opens showing some incoming messages. Only, one recent message became the center of his attention.

[Find all your answers on the road Melati alley 1. You only have 12 hours! There are 2 hours left.]

From the time of the first message delivery, a 10-hour deadline has passed. Now in two hours, with no circumstances possible. How he finds out about the mystery behind the message, while he cannot leave his patients.

"Do I have to ask him? But his life could be in danger. I'd better change positions. Well that's better." he muttered and stopped playing the phone round.

His fingers pressed some numbers and dialed the phone icon. A continuous ringtone is heard, without waiting for a long missed call. "Come to the road Melati alley 1! Make sure the connection stays connected, and today I'm freeing you from my rules. Good party."

Without waiting for an answer from across, the call is terminated. Now is the time to do the preparation, for a moment his eyes looked at the patient who was asleep and turned to the laptop screen on the table. After looking at every step, event and also the figure of the players behind the screen, now some conclusions become one outline that blends.

There are several betrayals, then there is the pioneer who becomes the main foundation. Whoever the pioneer is, it certainly has the greatest secret. However, what secret was the reason the vanguard had acted so far? Then, who would survive on the side of the vanguard? Is anyone going to side with him?

All questions reach the top, with all points of withdrawal. An outline is created.

Agents Leo, Samuel, Desi, commander Sekkar, lord X, and one more to whom. I have to think about this one more time, but from which point? ~the inner by staring at the laptop screen.

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