The Plan Of Masked Man
Leave home

"The ancient Warehouse of the western port. Twelve o'clock at night. Hostage your loved ones."

Along with some clear photos without hindrance, AK clenched his hands until his nails turned white. Those pictures are so savage and heartless.

Enough already! You are no longer human, but a demon. I will not forgive all your sins. Wait for me as your life-depriving angel.~batin AK and crushes his personal phone with full of emotion.

No more aura of calmness, AK immediately cleaned up all the equipment and checked the final plan. The abandoned dock territory with the back of the steep sea, the warehouse was very old and no longer in operation. While in front of the warehouse is a path and a fairly thick forest. If observed, the region is strategic to commit acts of crime. Moreover, there are no patrols and also residents who mill around.

"If it's not wrong, I'll go in unhindered and be surprised by the perpetrators. They will make a lot of choices, but the end result will not change. In this game, it is certain that my death and the hostages are not negotiable. How am I supposed to save them, is there a way to turn things around?" murmuring AK while tidying the tools on the table.

Everything was neat in a matter of minutes, AK moved and checked the state of Icha who was asleep. "May your life be happy, goodbye," AK kisses Icha's forehead and walks towards the closet picking up a set of dark clothes plus a hooded jacket.

Preparations are done AK in the bathroom, casual clothes changed with black jeans, black shirt and hooded jacket and do not forget AK took a black mask in front of him. Now AK's appearance is perfect with an identity that has been hiding his entire identity. "I'm ready to fight. Pray for me baby, may you calm down there after this. I love you Asthma."

Step AK walked out of the bathroom, staring at Icha at a glance before focusing back into the study. Everything in the house is just simple items, and from the outside impressed the ordinary house. AK wears modified gloves with some sophistication, all ready and without carrying a single weapon any AK walks towards the door and exits the house.

Without AK realizing it, Icha has woken up and prepared. The departure of AK, makes Icha rush to take clothes like the ones AK uses even without masks and gloves. Before leaving home, Icha looks up AK's work history and sees the plans AK makes on the laptop. This time his hacker science is very useful, because AK turned out to delete many files.

Almost half an hour Icha just focused on doing a data search and finally knew where AK was headed. Intentions want to turn off the laptop, an incoming email notification stops Icha. One click opens a new incoming message, an email with an unclear identity. However, the content of the message is very important and makes Icha rush to send a copy to the phone on the table.

Isn't AK very strange, has a lot of phones but does not carry one. It seems like the man deliberately didn't want to be tracked. Icha makes sure all the information has been copied and deletes all the history and gives some viruses to damage the system on AK's laptop. "Everything is sorted out, I have to rush off to catch up with AK. Hopefully it's not too late."

Step Icha walked away from the house where he did the treatment, although the body and mind are still not good. Still AK safety is much more important, especially when the memory in his brain has been recovered. Now the main task is to help AK complete the mission, as Sam's daughter commits a crime. The child's job is to show the right path.

Icha's eyes looked around, really AK added PR himself. How can the man build a house in a remote place and without any other occupants. Then how to get out of that environment, while time cannot be compromised. Until Icha's eyes catch a pile of leaves that look quite strange, curiosity makes Icha approach the pile of leaves and get rid of the leaves.

Icha got rid of all the leaves in front of the car and tried to open the car door, it turned out to be unlocked. Icha's struggle is just beginning, while AK is still on the bike and passing through a residential street that has a row of guava trees on the left right of the road. Too many thoughts in the head of AK, and unknowingly someone crossed haphazardly.

Ciiiiit….

"Mom, are you okay?" tanya AK rushed down the standard and got off the motor to approach the woman dressed in a robe that covered the face with the palm of the hand.

It was actually quite strange, why did the woman not scream. Though the motor almost hit, if not in the brake impromptu. I stood up and touched the woman's hand. However, the woman's thumping footsteps retreated and lowered her hands.

"Is there a wound?" ask AK.

The AK question was only answered by the head and eyes of the woman to and fro with a look of fear and anxiety. Seeing that, AK felt pity. ''Where do I take you? Let's not feel anxious. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

The woman looked at AK seriously, once again there was no answer. However, his hand was stretched out and there was one fold of paper. AK takes and unfolds until it becomes a piece of paper. Handwriting in red ink, a pretty long message. AK's serious face is tucked away behind a mask, after reading for two minutes. "Who…."

"missing? Where's that woman? Actually what happened and what they wanted." murmured AK sighed harshly.

The loss of the woman was dynamic, making AK look back at the paper in his hand. Whoever sent the woman, it was definitely the one who gave the order knowing her entire act. The message in the paper seemed to give warnings and orders to do justice, especially the message came in an unusual way.

If I back off, it would definitely all be rolling back in the future and have no idea when it ends. Whatever happens, tonight it's all over, I don't want any more victims. All must have happened something fate. ~in AK and fold back the paper, put it in the pocket of the jacket and walk back to his motorbike.

The dynamic woman who was still hiding behind one of the trees observed AK riding on the motorbike and continued to travel. One ringtone of the call, made the woman immediately shift the green icon on the screen. "I'm sorry, we failed."

The resigned voice from across the street, making the woman bergamis sighed too. The expected effort can change things, it seems like it will not happen. Now you can only pray, so that the final result is not as bad as a shadow. "Pass everything to God. I'm sorry I can only help a little."