Nagini vs. Durgono & Durgani

  Meanwhile, Nagini walked slowly toward the apartment basement elevator.

  Ahead of her stood two elderly twins — the same ones almost hit earlier by Burhan's car.

  Nagini studied them. Their hair was white, hidden under black caps. Short white beards.

  They wore yellow vests with many front pockets, black trousers, and white sneakers.

  These were Durgono and Durgani.

  They glanced at each other, then grinned sinisterly at Nagini, showing blackened, gapped teeth.

  Nagini halted, eyes narrowing.

  Slowly, both reached into the lower pockets of their vests — and each drew a small sickle-like blade, a karambit.

  Under the dim basement light, Nagini knew these twins had no good intentions.

  She dropped into a strong stance. Her hands trembled slightly, the air around her growing colder…

  ***

  Karambit vs. Poisoned Needles

  Nagini: "Who are you two?"

  The twins exchanged a glance, approaching in low stances, karambits in each right hand.

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  Durgono: "Shall we tell her our names?"

  Durgani: "Tell her. She won't be breathing soon anyway."

  Durgono: "You're right, Durgani."

  They stepped closer, heavy and steady.

  Durgono: "I am Durgono."

  Durgani: "And I am Durgani."

  Seeing them advance, Nagini didn't back down. She dropped lower into her stance.

  Her hands shook subtly, a faint blue glow forming around her wrists. The air grew colder still.

  Durgono: "This woman knows some technique."

  Durgani just chuckled dismissively.

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  ***

  Old Thugs Who Never Reformed

  Nagini observed their movements — steady, agile, full of power.

  Even at 50 years old, they were far from harmless.

  Nagini: "Grandpa Durgono, Grandpa Durgani… shouldn't you be at home spoiling your grandchildren?"

  Durgono: "You mean sitting quietly enjoying our twilight years?"

  Durgani: "Living peacefully with the neighbors?"

  Both burst into loud laughter.

  Durgono: "That's not in our dictionary."

  Durgani: "When duty calls, we answer."

  Nagini: "And your mission is?"

  Durgono: "To end you."

  Durgani: "To tear your soul from your body."

  They laughed boisterously again.

  Nagini only smirked.

  Then they moved fast — karambits glinting under the basement light — attacking from both sides.

  ***

  C apturing the Masked Man

  Meanwhile, Burhan faced the masked man, now slumped against the wall from two powerful Taekwondo kicks.

  Burhan: "Who are you? Who sent you?"

  Burhan stepped forward, ready to kick again.

  Masked Man: "I surrender!"

  Burhan stopped.

  Burhan: "Who are you?"

  The man removed his mask.

  Anton: "I'm Anton."

  Burhan: "Who sent you?"

  Anton: "Broto."

  Burhan: "Who's Broto?"

  Anton: "Head of security at the Kembang Setaman Nightclub."

  Burhan frowned.

  His police instincts pieced things together — the nightclub, Madam Mariana… Sawitri rumored to be there.

  Burhan: "Why would the head of security there want me dead?"

  Anton: "I don't know!"

  ***

  22-15 Wardoyo, a Military Major

  In the apartment parking lot near the UI campus, under the dim glow of neon lights…

  Giono: "Well now, goat… mess with my business, I won't be mad…"

  He took a deep drag of his clove cigarette, smoke curling into the night air.

  Karto and Turiman sat at Yu Karmi's snack table, chewing roasted peanuts.

  Giono: "But if you dare touch my niece, that's a different matter."

  Karto and Turiman exchanged glances.

  Giono pulled out his phone, pressed a button, and held it to his ear.

  Giono: "Hello, Wardoyo. You still keeping my sniper rifle?"

  To be continued

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