The Blind Eternity's
4. Dark organization
SWAT Headquarters, Washington DC, United States.
Saturday 9 September 2017 | 05.00 AM.
In a room with a modern style and luxurious facilities, there was a deafening voice.
"When more time do you need?! For a SWAT member, you're very inept at acting!"
The man with jet black hair that was neatly combed and smeared with hair gel, was pulling his neck veins to shout at the woman facing him. While the woman who was invited to speak could only stare straight without much refute.
"Your eyes seem sure, but the result is a big zero. You're such a loser!"
The man was still shouting as if the woman in front of him was deaf.
"I will be more capable next time" said the woman. From then on the woman continued to get the curse, but she felt she did not have to retaliate.
"There's no other time! Now, I need it now! You gotit?! Go shithead. I'm sick of seeing a love slave like you."
The woman who had been staring straight at him now looked down for a moment and then immediately walked out of the room of the man who had just cursed him. The man is more precisely his superior
"Miss Garcia."
The person who turned out to have the name Garcia stopped stepping and went back to face the boss.
"I don't like wasting time, you know?"
"Well Mister Andreas," said Liza.
Mister Andreas, or Anderson Scott Thompson. Mister Andreas is an Adonis man who a few years ago was recently appointed to house thousands of other agents in the official SWAT organization.
SWAT or familiarly called; Special Weapons And Tactics. SWAT is a legal movement unit that uses specialized military equipment and intelligence, shakedown and ambush tactics. SWAT is equipped with a hardware-military type and trained to deploy threats to terrorism, crowd control, and in situations beyond the usual law enforcement capabilities.
His duties are high risk such as rescuing hostages, protecting important figures from close range or long distance, and the most important thing is to catch the criminal of the high class.
Unlike most police agencies or Brimob, SWAT does not detain or imprison state sinners.
And Revaliza Alleira Garcia is one of the organization's team of women. He served in SWAT as a captain and headed nearly 50 SWAT agents. Pretty lucky compared to the number of male agents in their field.
When seen a few days ago, Liza was just a woman who loved her lover so much, even she was willing to cry and roar because of her lover. But it was different if her feet had stepped on the floor of the building where she worked; Liza was only seen as a haughty woman with lips that were always clenched without arches as well as a sharp eye gaze ready to dominate anyone just by looking at her.
After coming out of the room that was none other than the room of the highest superior of SWAT, - Liza usually nicknamed execution room - she walked away from the worst room for him then she began to look for her partner, Veronica; the girl who sent him a short message yesterday morning.
The long hair that was usually beautifully broken against the wind was now rolled up. Then his natural color lips have been overwritten by lip cream as red as blood. There is no more sweet and innocent Liza there is only Garcia; the brutal woman who is ready to finish off the enemy with a Glock muzzle that is ready to be pulled anytime from the holster behind her body.
"Vero!" call Liza. He began to run small towards a classmate as well as his one struggle.
Actually, Liza wasn't that scared. He was just too carried away by the groove by his profession so that the haughty impression was transmitted to the bone. On some occasions, Liza also sometimes has a little cheesy humor. It turns out that the term 'don't judge book by the cover' is real.
Only Vero and some of his closest associates knew that humorous attitude. The quality of Liza's humor is certainly appropriate if it is in conjunction with colleagues of one profession, but if it is outside, then be prepared to be stuck.
"How's it?" ask Vero.
"As usual, I was urged to find the dark organization. Maybe in a few days my head will be blown off by her." Liza put her arm around Vero's shoulder to walk with him.
Veronica Ane Kelly is a 23-year-old woman, three years under Liza. Veronica's face was completely mature for a woman of her age, but it was undeniable that she was also extremely graceful like Liza and the rest of her female colleagues. His body is not as tall as Liza but quite as tall as other women. Veronica is a cold stone-hearted girl. As a result of his harsh nature, he chose to be alone without status until now. Liza was also overwhelmed by trying to change Veronica's mindset.
"Want me help with the explosion?" reply Vero.
"No thanks."
They walk in silence. The goal is still clear, which is to find a fast food store for breakfast or maybe wrap a package of food for lunch.
And here they are, sitting in the largest fast food restaurant in the world with several dishes of food that people usually stamp as junk food.
"How's your relationship going?"
Liza smiled bitterly at the question coming from Veronica's lips. Actually Bryan also can not be blamed for his lies, because Liza also has something that can not be just anyone knows, especially Bryan is only a lover whose context at any time can end.
"Don't talk about it if you don't want to see a SWAT flagship agent wailing on your shoulder" Liza said in an almost inaudible voice. He smiled afterwards as a sudden longing for Bryan mounted on his chest, causing an invisible tightness to approach him. True said people, love that makes the strongest in the world will be weak and knee-jerk.
"Cry, I don't care at all."
It was sarcastic, but Liza knew the meaning behind those words.
"I don't want to tell you anything. Then what about you? Have you found your riding prince?" ask Liza meredek.
"Yeah, you know anti-smoking men are hard to find. Its existence is almost like we are on a mission to capture the existence of corruptors who fake death while they are fiddling... Yeah, that's hard I think. And I won't be in touch with our co-workers, they're hypocrites" Vero replied in a whisper.
Liza chuckled and then stroked the top of Vero's head in anxiety at the thought of a mature woman, but still believed that the prince would come out of the fairy tale book. Well, that's a bunch of bullshit.
"There really is nothing like it. But if you want to try to find it, nothing is impossible. Don't give up my cyst," said Liza. He immediately devoured the burger in his hand chewing it slowly while imagining his wonderful breakfast a few days ago with Bryan. It was so beautiful that her tears began to fall and she unconsciously sobbed.
Vero let out a faint snort, rolled his eyeballs then began to shift his seat to be close to Liza. He rubbed his shaky shoulders with a cobbled heart. This is what he fears when he has a girlfriend. He was afraid of disappointment, hurt, and frustration plus his work that could not be said to be easy. After all, who wants a woman who used to hold a gun rather than a beauty device? No matter how beautiful Vero is, men still have strong dominance, of course, it will not be easy to understand Vero's position as state intelligence.
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While in Washington he really had to resist his urge to call Bryan. If anyone says it because of circumstances, of course the answer is correct. In the agency office, they have an unwritten ban on the use of an android or iPhone because they want to prevent unwanted parties from tracking positions while they are on duty later.
The agents including Liza are only equipped with one old mobile phone with only one sim card inside that has been set in such a way and coupled with the contact names of the core agents. The contact was written anonymously because it was replaced with a random set of numbers but had a secret in it and a walkie talkie that was always behind the uniform; attached to the belt.
Liza turned the phone in her hand. He was eager to include Bryan's contacts that he had so memorized on the contact list. But again he could not ignore the implied order.
Bryan I miss you, I hope you're the same. It's only been a day but I miss you so much. Take care of yourself, keep eating 3x a day, and of course keep your love just for me hehe.
Warm regards from your beautiful lover.
The message was not really sent Liza, just left on the message board either on whose contact.
Liza knows Bryan's not stupid. Her boyfriend could have tracked her whereabouts if he used a foreign number like the one in his cell phone. Never mind, Liza's tired.
Liza took off her hair scroll, letting her long hair back down gracefully. He lay down on a king-sized bed without taking off his pride uniform. His eyes he brought down the ceiling of a special room provided for him by the SWAT. Come to think of it, his job was dangerous but very financially secure, evident by his ownership of black cards, and his own luxury apartment in Chicago. But behind it all, the feeling of misgivings will be killed always love him. It feels like it is being watched.
When Liza was about to close her eyes, her cell phone had to ring in a very loud voice. Liza hurriedly lifted him up.
273;
Server room now.
310;
Alright.
Liza rolled back her hair no matter the shape of her hand without a mirror.
He immediately came out of the room and a pip from the door, a sign that his room had been automatically locked, making Liza immediately run after the elevator that will soon be closed. But shit, he's late. Therefore, he chose to use the emergency stairs. It took him 15 minutes to get to the basement from the 5th floor where his room was.
With a sweat pouring out, he entered his BMW car and quickly headed for the office. He activated the self-driving system and began to reorganize himself to look more tidy.
The trip only takes a few minutes because the building where the agents live and SWAT headquarters is not so far away.
Liza got out of the car gracefully and dazzlingly, as if she had never rushed in her steps unlike her troublesome journey earlier. He pulled out an identity card he had wrapped around his neck to show the security guard, after which he immediately entered the elevator with a look like he was slitting at everyone. Well, she's the best of her female colleagues.
Upon arriving at the destination floor, Liza immediately walked through a special hallway that some in the green colored light. When it is right in front of a special room SWAT server, Liza brings her face closer so that she can open a special door that is paired with a high level of security in the form of Facial Recognition System.
"The FBI found the code as a threat to the server security system. They sent us copies in the form of soft files. It's assumed the code was a shipment from the jerk organization we're after. The bastards didn't take anything just ruffled and said to stop interfering in their business" Vero said.
Liza who was indeed a stone arrived, could hear the explanation from Vero. "Hello guys," he said. "Oh yeah, where's the head of the IT division?"
"It's not in place" Vero replied.
Liza turned her head and found Vero staring intently at her. That sharp look was only met with a five-finger smile by Liza.
"Stop laughing like an idiot. Come here and look at that monitor." Vero pointed to one of the computers whose screen was pink. There are indecent images there of male genitalia and some threatening stanzas that look sarcastic and contain ridicule.
"Just relax Vero, don't rush. It is as if you are being pursued by the enemy. Besides which idiot threatens to be so mocked? Look," Liza pointed at the monitor screen with her chin."The pink? Then picture—oh Gosh! That's *****? This must have been a child who just understood what hacking was," Liza replied. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and laughed a little. He was not interested in computers because it was not his expertise.
"Be quiet is stupid. FBI data security is protected with a high level of security system, it is not possible for children to do so. And the FBI said the timing of this threat was right with those who were trying to hack the organization's security system. Edi said the virus's return address had been traced, they were on Pitcairn Island."
Edi Vero is a handsome man with narrow shoulders and round eyes. He is the head of the FBI's IT division.
"That's right! It was impossible for the remote island to become their nest. It's not very elite. And all I know is that there are only about fifty people who call the island home" said Liza.
"You think only cool buildings and brothels can be made headquarters? Sometimes their brains are more extreme than normal people."
When Liza wanted to answer the words from Vero, suddenly the walkie-talkie belonging to the people in the room rang.
"Miss Garcia, Miss Ane, you are waiting for the other troops on the gate floor. They are ready to take you as captain and deputy of the fugitive ambush on Pitcairn Island." The orders of the superior certainly refer to the two beautiful women there, Liza and Vero.
"The government is implemented, sir," Vero replied.
Liza groaned in annoyance in the heart. How can it be like this? Very rushed, right? They didn't even make plans.
"Moon Liz!" After that Vero pulled Liza's hand in haste to run out of the building and enter some of the cars that were already lined up neatly.
"We'll use an ordinary helicopter so as not to arouse suspicion. And Mathius, call the airline to give me another identification on the helicopter. At least some parties should know about this illegal flight so as not to cause problems, "liza said.
Actually not once twice Liza was made chairman in a big mission, so she was not too nervous to be in a depressed condition like this. Sometimes he also never understood the thoughts of his superiors who choose women as chairman rather than men whose incident is stronger and more skilled than women who tend to be careless in acting.
"Ready, captain" replied the driver.
Then the line of special cars began to leave the FBI office yard to the nearest airport to take off using a private jet.
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To be continued
